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(eddie kaspbrak)
*september 3rd, 2019*
!slur!
"eddie-bear, wake up!" my mom screeches.
first day of the last day of middle school.
i stretch and i groan, rubbing my eyes with the back of my hand. i hop in the shower, taking a body shower, changing into khaki shorts and a pink dress shirt. i gel my hair and i take my medicine, running downstairs.
"did you take your medicine?" my mom asks.
"yeah, i just took them," i tell her, making myself a bowl of cereal.
once i finish breakfast, i get my shoes on, right on time, the losers' show up at my door.
"you ready for school, eds?" richie asks.
"that's not my name!" i yell.
"you know you love it," richie says, draping his arm around me.
once we get to school i get everything i need for first, second, and third period, after i walk to richie's locker.
"who do you have for first period again?" richie questions.
"i have social studies with mrs. burkhart," i respond.
"me too!" richie exclaims.
maybe this year will be better than the last.
*september 7th, 2019*
"so, i came out to my mom a week," richie says.
"wait, your gay?" i ask.
"oh shit, i didn't come out to you, but yeah i am," richie mutters.
"what did she say?"
"she said she supported me, what about your mom?"
"i didn't tell her, if i did i would lose everything," i explain.
"you wouldn't lose the losers' and i," richie states.
he flashes a goofy smile.
maybe i have a chance.
"i guess you're right. where would i live though?" i worry.
"eds, you could live with me," richie responds.
"you sure?" i question.
"of course, you're my best friend!" richie exclaims.
"if i come out to her, i'll call you about what she said. why can't i be fearless like you?" i mutter.
"eds, i have fears, like losing everyone i love by messing up, i'm scared my dad's going to come back and hurt my mom," richie explains.
i nod and i hug him before i leave. i trudge home, i have to tell my mom sometime, i better tell her sooner than later. once i get home, i eat dinner with my mom.
"yeah and there's this fag at work," my mom explains.
"i'm gay!" i blurt out.
"pack up your room, you are out of here, don't come back."

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