Diary of a Gay (NOT!... well, maybe) Boy
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Category:
Original - Misc › Humour
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
2,714
Reviews:
28
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 2
August 25, 10am, my room
Well, eventually I fell asleep. Probably because my brain ran out of things to think about and finally decided that, yes, 3am is the perfect time to decide to give it a rest and let your owner GO TO SLEEP.
School starts the day after tomorrow. My school does things weirdly for the first week. The freshmen go in on Monday, the sophomores go in on Tuesday, and so on. Then, on Friday, all classes go and we go through our schedule and meet for about half an hour in each class. Should be way exciting.
Not.
Anyway, here’s my schedule:
Religion (yea, I go to a Catholic school)
I have that every day, but everything moves on a rotating schedule. After Religion, I have homeroom for a bit, then it’s off to World History. After that, I have study hall, then English, Science, Latin, and Algebra. On the next day, second period will be Phys. Ed. (I hate gym class. I’m glad that I only have to take two years of it then I’m done with it FOREVER.)
Hopefully, this new year will be exciting and full of new prospects, friends, and adventures!
Yeah, right.
August 26, 3pm, my room
High school starts tomorrow. How exciting (not really)! Still just been sitting around. I decided to start reading my summer reading stuff and then gave up after fifteen minutes. They’re just so boring.
I went with my mom to get school supplies. I got a new backpack and such and all that fun exciting stuff. All my books have arrived and everything is ready for tomorrow. It’s only a half day, so that’s good. I love going to school for only a half day. It’s exciting.
August 27, 7:50am, the car on the way to school
So, I’m sitting here in the passenger seat next to my dad and we’re on our way to my high school and the first day. I’m so nervous. I really feel like I’m gonna throw up or something. I mean, I know I have some friends already (half of my eighth grade class went to this school), but what if I don’t have any classes with them? Well, technically my actual friends don’t go to this school; ok, well one does. His name’s Orlando and he’s pretty smart and yet he’s my friend. It’s really weird. And most of the other people are kind of acquaintances, not actual friends.
Oh, hey, we’re here.
August 27, 8:05am, religion class
Ok, so my friend Orlando? Yea, he’s not here. The teacher called roll and he was SUPPOSED to be in this class with me, but he isn’t here today. So I guess I’m all alone. Good thing it’s only a half day. I won’t be alone for too long.
Well, this teacher is ok. She has shoulder length wavy black hair and she’s Hispanic. She’s asking some questions to the class and no one’s answering. Several minutes are passing and no one is answ—
Oh God, guess what she made us do?
Jumping jacks.
No joke. She made us do jumping jacks to wake us up. How weird! I mean, what is this, the army or something? Afterwards, we all sat down and, not so surprisingly, people raised their hands when she asked a question.
Anyway, there’s this dude who’s sitting next to me who has this kind of curly black hair that falls just the right way over his dark brown eyes. He has this square ja—
WHY AM I WRITING THAT?!!? That is so weird. Why would I write that kind of thing about a GUY?
Maybe I should start writing in pencil so I can erase things if I don’t want them here in this diary. I’m glad no one’s gonna read this. If they saw what I wrote above, they’d think I was gay or something, which I am not.
Oh, there’s the bell. I gotta go.
Well, eventually I fell asleep. Probably because my brain ran out of things to think about and finally decided that, yes, 3am is the perfect time to decide to give it a rest and let your owner GO TO SLEEP.
School starts the day after tomorrow. My school does things weirdly for the first week. The freshmen go in on Monday, the sophomores go in on Tuesday, and so on. Then, on Friday, all classes go and we go through our schedule and meet for about half an hour in each class. Should be way exciting.
Not.
Anyway, here’s my schedule:
Religion (yea, I go to a Catholic school)
I have that every day, but everything moves on a rotating schedule. After Religion, I have homeroom for a bit, then it’s off to World History. After that, I have study hall, then English, Science, Latin, and Algebra. On the next day, second period will be Phys. Ed. (I hate gym class. I’m glad that I only have to take two years of it then I’m done with it FOREVER.)
Hopefully, this new year will be exciting and full of new prospects, friends, and adventures!
Yeah, right.
August 26, 3pm, my room
High school starts tomorrow. How exciting (not really)! Still just been sitting around. I decided to start reading my summer reading stuff and then gave up after fifteen minutes. They’re just so boring.
I went with my mom to get school supplies. I got a new backpack and such and all that fun exciting stuff. All my books have arrived and everything is ready for tomorrow. It’s only a half day, so that’s good. I love going to school for only a half day. It’s exciting.
August 27, 7:50am, the car on the way to school
So, I’m sitting here in the passenger seat next to my dad and we’re on our way to my high school and the first day. I’m so nervous. I really feel like I’m gonna throw up or something. I mean, I know I have some friends already (half of my eighth grade class went to this school), but what if I don’t have any classes with them? Well, technically my actual friends don’t go to this school; ok, well one does. His name’s Orlando and he’s pretty smart and yet he’s my friend. It’s really weird. And most of the other people are kind of acquaintances, not actual friends.
Oh, hey, we’re here.
August 27, 8:05am, religion class
Ok, so my friend Orlando? Yea, he’s not here. The teacher called roll and he was SUPPOSED to be in this class with me, but he isn’t here today. So I guess I’m all alone. Good thing it’s only a half day. I won’t be alone for too long.
Well, this teacher is ok. She has shoulder length wavy black hair and she’s Hispanic. She’s asking some questions to the class and no one’s answering. Several minutes are passing and no one is answ—
Oh God, guess what she made us do?
Jumping jacks.
No joke. She made us do jumping jacks to wake us up. How weird! I mean, what is this, the army or something? Afterwards, we all sat down and, not so surprisingly, people raised their hands when she asked a question.
Anyway, there’s this dude who’s sitting next to me who has this kind of curly black hair that falls just the right way over his dark brown eyes. He has this square ja—
WHY AM I WRITING THAT?!!? That is so weird. Why would I write that kind of thing about a GUY?
Maybe I should start writing in pencil so I can erase things if I don’t want them here in this diary. I’m glad no one’s gonna read this. If they saw what I wrote above, they’d think I was gay or something, which I am not.
Oh, there’s the bell. I gotta go.