𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌; 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧

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⊰ 𝙽𝚘𝚎𝚗'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅 ⊱

Tuesday August 15th, 2020.
It's 6:25 AM and it's my first day of school.
Kinda weird, I woke up with two suit case's packed right next to my backpack.
I got up and took a quick shower before getting dressed and heading down to the kitchen for breakfast.
I sat down after pouring myself a bowl of cereal with both my parents looking at me a bit disappointed.
"Noen your going to have change." My mother said, sighing at me.
"Why?" I asked.
"Your not going back to Bridgewood honey." She said.
"What do you mean?"
Then she grabbed my journal off the counter behind her and opened it to one of the pages.
My journal? Why would she have that?
I quickly read the page in my mind.
"Dear future self,
It's been a little while since I discovered my sexuality and I'm really scared to tell mom and dad. I don't really know how'd they feel about me being gay but eventually it needs to come free... I can't hide away forever. Someday soon, I'll tell them. I love you :)"
I looked up at them with a frown before my father spoke.
"That's a stage. Your not gay. Your not a fag." He said.
"I thought we weren't going to use that word?" My mom interrupted. "What we're trying to say is, we enrolled you at the Georgia Reformatory Academy Of The Troubled Youth to get you out of this phase. I know you aren't gay and eventually you will realize that." She said.
"Putting you in an all boys school will make you realize how much you miss the ladies." My dad input.
I looked up at them with tears in my eyes as I spoke.
"Troubled youth? You think I'm troubled?" I asked, my voice breaking.
"No sweetheart-.. Well. Yes. I'm sorry to say it but you need help." My mother said.
"We already packed up your stuff, the bus will be here in 15 minutes so make sure your ready." She said.
My dad brought my stuff to the living and as the bus arrived I felt my anxiety level start to rise.
A large guard stood at the door as my mom opened it.
He grabbed my bags and brought them in the bus as my parents brought me out, tears streaming down my face as they did so.
"No, no please! Please don't make me go mommy, please!" I said squirming to get away.
The guard grabbed my arm and pulled me into the bus as my parents watched.
"Goodbye Noen." They said.
I watched as the door closed, quickly being pushed into a seat.
I started banging on the window to get my parents attention, crying more and more as I did so.
"I'm not a problem child! I don't belong here! I wanna go home, I want my mother!" I cried, continuing to bang on the window.
"Awh, he doesn't belong here? Me either, I just spent my life getting mad and beating the shit out of people."
I looked behind me to see a boy with dark brown hair and beamingly beautiful blue eyes, chewing gum as he slouched in his seat.
He was wearing a black jean jacket and black skinny jeans. He had an AC/DC T-shirt on along with black boots.
A chain hung from his pants and another from his neck, tight like a choker with links that dangled.
"S-sorry.." I mumbled leaning back in my seat.
"Yeah, sit down and shut the fuck up. We're all here for a fucking reason." He said.
I sighed and wiped my tears away as I looked out the window.
This is gonna be the best three years of my life.

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kinda short, but it was 2AM when I wrote this so I'm just gonna leave it for now :)