Seismic Toss
"Get back up!" a young boy yells while circling another boy on the ground next to the lockers.
"Shouta, you fag!" the young boy yells at the other boy, this time kicking him several times.
Shouta just lays there with no emotion, a unreadable expression.
The young boy kicks him again and again. Following with spitting on the ground next to him.
"Leave and never come back, you are not wanted here!" he yells as he walks out of the locker room door.
"why... why me?!" shouta sorrowfully ponders.
"Every day, every time... every where!" he stares off into the blue-grayish lockeroom depts.
"They just won't leave me alone"
"I can't help being who i am.. i... i.. i just want it to stop!" the boy says a little louder with a glem of emotion.
[A bell rings]
He quickly gets up and grabs his bag, rushing through the door.
As he walks out of the gym he notices all of the glares he was receiving... but in the mist of this he saw some hidden simpathedic looks.
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Suddenly it was lunchtime and of course the students are flocking to the cafeteria like a magnet to metal, during this stampeed the students semingly double-tasked. Knowing better than to go near him, keeping distance from him like magnets happening to go near each other, just to end up no were near close was the reality.
Walking up to the cafeteria line, he got his food and brang it to the same empty lunch table as always.
Some people might mind sitting alone day after day but shouta didn't really mind... too much.
It was mostly the glares... and yes, of course, the occasional pieces of food that found there way miraculously going in his random direction that he minded of most.
With a big sigh he finishes his lunch and throws it away just in time for the next bell to ring, moving along in an almost all to famular patern to class. The rest of the day was just as uneventfull, fulled with countless burning eyes, a flowing pattern of similar events as any other day held.
Once he was home he felt a little safer. His mom being as liberal as they come, accepted him for who he was... not saying so much for his father who left the family due to his sons so called "disease." Guilt can't be helped from being felt...
Walking up the stairs he falls into his room and full out collapses onto his bed thinking about the day's uneventful nature.
"George... he was the one who was kicking me... He is the worst. I wish... I could... get back at him or something... Someday."
In that moment the room suddenly went nearly pitch black and a rising crimson figure was comming out of.... the ground?!
As the figure rised he monotony said "I can help you... I feel your pain... this character; george, needs to be taught a lesson don't you think so?"
The figure was now completely out of the ground and was blurry... a blurry black and crimson figure. No details of the body or face could be made.
"I've got to be dreaming... or something..." Shouta thought to himself.
"Why would i take help from someone or more accurately something like you, your probably not even real and i feel stupid for talking to a dream orhallucination or whatever you are." Shouta said with doubt.
"Because i am the only person who will help you" the figure said simply.
"He does have a point..." shouta thought before saying "If i were to take your help... what could you actually do for me."
"Get your revenge of course" he said just as monotony.
"O-oh... ok then... do it?" Shouta said a little hesitant.
"If i am to do this it will cost something of course" the figure added after a few seconds
"Let me guess... my life? my soul? eternity in slavery?" the boy starting to recite what he saw in movies.
"No, what would i do with a child's soul? You'll be something much more useful to me, you'll become my advocate."
Shouta pondered this for a few minutes, he had just learned what an advocate was: one who argues for, defends, or pleads for a cause.
How hard could that be? He would be able to get back at someone... for once in his life to see someone else in pain.
"Fine, its a deal then" he said with anticipation to the figure
"Very well!" the figure said starting to guffaw.
Louder... Louder... Course, and Piercing. It and the darkness engulfed him.
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[Ring. Ring. Ring.]
"uhhh" Shouta groaned as he felt around his side table for the alarm clock and pressed sleep.
A few seconds later he remember his exchange with the shadowily figure.
"I wonder if it really was a dream" he pondered.
That day at school, something was different, something was off. The kids were all acting wierd.
He walked into the classroom and he could see that george was sitting by himself for a change.
"Shouta! Come sit with us!" a girl said enthusiastically and motioned toward her and the group that was near her.
He was having a ok time with his former aggresses while he heard a table behind him aimlessly gossiping.
One topic seems to catch his ear.
"Did you hear! George is straight?!" one girl was confessing to another.
"ugh! no way!! gross!" she said motioning doubtfully
Wait a second... What The---? Was shouta's only thoughts. He didn't really think more into it instead went back to talking to his former instigates.
In the next class, PE; kids were starting to circle around george in the gym class while the teacher was out of class.
Many names were called, all of which were new vocabulary to Shouta but he could guess what the opposite equivalent of those words were.
"Dude, why are your straight?!"
"What the hell he is?!"
"What is wrong with you!"
"Its just not normal"
"Just Die"
A shove and a kick and george was on the ground almost at his limit.
"Leave and never come back, your not wanted here!" they said in unison. Over and Over.
Standing 10 feet away Shouta had a front row seat. He just stared. It wasn't making him feel any better. It was actually hurting him.
Each word was like individual bricks being pelted at him.
George was at his limit and tears started to stream down his face. One after another after another.
This was the worst it felt like he was being hit by cars he couldn't take any more!
He ran towards the group and pushed them out of the way standing in front of george.
George's tears slowed down and he just looked up with complete bewilderment.
"Get Away!! Leave him alone!" he screamed at the group.
"What the hell is wrong with you people!" he yelled again
"Shouta what are you--" a girl began to say but got caught off
"GO!" he demanded staring them down one by one
Once the aggressors walked away he turned to george.
"Im sorry, I'm so sorry" he said and repeated it a few times
George just looked at him in shock. "Why was he apologizing he just helped me" he thought.
"Don't be sorry... Thank you..." the boy said with sincerity
As the last of george's sentence was pronounced Darkness came out of no-where completely consuming the two of them.
An angry familiar voice said "VOID"
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[Ring. Ring. Ring.]
"uhhh" Shouta groaned as he felt around his side table for the alarm clock and pressed sleep.
Shouta put his hand on his cheek and felt moisture under his eyes and wiped it away.
It was all a dream... "Thank Goodness" he thought with sincerity
Later that day at school everything was back to normal, all the same glares...
He walked into his first period class and george was there in the usual "popular group."
What was completely abnormal was next.
"Shouta! Come sit with us!" George exclaimed to Shouta
Shouta just stood there for a good 10 seconds. Completely Bewildered.
Hesitantly he walked up to the group and sat with them. The group members changed their expressions from glares; to bewildered, to confused, to friendly. With the glares of George on them.
They chatted and gossiped happily.
"I have a feeling I won't be so avoided anymore..." Shouta thought
Odd. Wasn't it a dream? It had to be... Didn't it. Wasn't it...
End.
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But, middle schools are very bad with anything like this. Middle school students are ignorant and are afraid to not fit in.
We need to change this.
Comming out feels very very good.
Like 2 tons are lifted off you.
Anyways... Thanks ^.^
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Do Not Run;
Do Not Hide.
Face Your Fear;
Make it Die.
Kill Your Weakness;
Kill Your Fear.
Then It Will All Be Clear.
Proof reading would probably be a good idea for future shorts.
Keep 'em up, though. Good work.
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Woah! What the hell is that?! *stares at the big white orb in the sky*
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love doesnt always have to be painful <3
he stole my heart but i dont want him to give it back =]
And at one point in coming out, that's exactly how I wished things were. A total reversal where the straight people were the minority.
But, as your story pointed out, it would just be the same.
This shorty story is VERY powerful, though it may not seem it at first.
If only Americans would realize that, in reality, the LGBT minority has recieved as much cruelty as the ethnic minorties in America's history.
You should post this story as a blog where all friends and others may read it.
Hopefully they might think twice before saying "That's so gay."
Thank you for writing this. ^)^ It is very appreciated.
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Me: Imperfection is the New Black.
Them: Who says that?
Me: ME! That's who!!! *Big & Scary* There a PROBLEM with that?!?!
Them: *They cower in fear* N-No, sir!!!
Me: *Smiles innocently at them, regular and friendly* Good.
And, As you requested, I posted it on a blog. =]
[link]
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Do Not Run;
Do Not Hide.
Face Your Fear;
Make it Die.
Kill Your Weakness;
Kill Your Fear.
Then It Will All Be Clear.
and the little reversal of reality thing was cool ^^
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im sorry i speek broke back mountain not forest gump
*rainbow snap*
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