Spear the Queer
Garrett scurried home from his friend Abe’s house, his hands stuffed
into the pockets of his jeans, wishing he’d worn a jacket like his
mother told him to. It was already 1am, he had to get up for church
in the morning, but his mother knew he was just over Abe’s, watching
Abe’s collection of Star Trek movies for the 47th time, and it was the
deal they made when he started high school,
that he could stay out late if she knew where he was.
“You treat me like a BABY!” he’d shrieked at her, “Everybody thinks
I’m a wimp I’m smaller than all the other guys they call me a nerd and
a faggot and you just make it worse buying me stupid clothes and not
letting me stay out late like I’m some kind of… of… REJECT!”
…End of the part1. To be continued..