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Ice crunched under foot as I wandered through the cold, frosty park. Everyone always seems to think winter is amazing and pretty, with all the snow. This place was a blue wasteland. I heard footsteps crunching in the ice behind me, someone was following me. I kept going, trying to ignore them, but I could hear them getting closer. I stepped to the side and sat down on a bench, waiting till they went past. The footsteps had stopped, they were behind me! Who was this, what did they want with me? I pulled up the courage to glance over my shoulder. I was starring at a guys crotch! He bent down, face to face with me.
"Josh?" I giggled.
He smiled, "You look a bit cold princess" he said to me. I blushed. He took off his coat, wrapped it around me and sat down next to me, I could see the steam from his breath hitting my face, and mine, his. I instinctivly moved my head forward, closer to him, he did the same, then, we--
I hit the floor with a thump.
"Oh, drat." I shouted.
I got up and checked the time. 6:30. I had time to have a shower.
After, I wrapped the towel round me and went downstairs. I toasted some bread and put half a tin of beans in a pan. After my breakfast I went back upstairs to get dressed. I got my school blazer and shirt out, my skirt was in the drier, I went and got that, put them all on, grabbed a pair of socks and my shoes, ran back downstairs, slipped them on and ran out of the house.
When I got to the gate, I stopped, looked both ways and-
"Hey, gay boy, why you still alive?"
I ignored the shout and carried on walkng. I could feel fury building up, bubbling in my throat. I still ignored it. Turning a corner I came face to face with my best friend, Martha. She's the one who got a girls school uniform for me.
"Hey faggot" she grinned, and hugged me tight. I frowned, Martha thinks she is allowed to call me faggot.
"Hey" I replied, prising myself from her arms, "stop calling me that!"
She laughed, her eyes twinkling mischievously.
We both set off again, still having things shouted at me. Martha kept smiling, but I could see the anger building up behind it. She cared so much for me. She had almost been chucked out of school when she broke someone's arm after they punched me.
We carried on, keeping to the streets, rather than the popular foot paths, keeping away from all the bullying and abuse that came with people. Martha stopped and grabbed my arm.
"Who the heck is he?" she gasped.
I rolled my eyes and carried on, not looking at him in case he knew me.
"Hey, you know the way to Bluestone high?"
I froze, he had the most beautiful voice, I could feel my heart trying to bash its way out of my ribs.
"Uhhh, yeah" I replied, shivering,
"Oh, good, I'm new here, I have no idea where I'm meant to be going." He scratched the back of his head timidly.
I smiled, Martha's mouth fell open.
"Right this way my kind sir" I giggled as he took my hand. My whole body shook and I blushed deeply. The three of us set off again, chattering about Alex (That his name, it's so dreamy.) and his old home.
"So, do ya know what classes you're in Alex?" Martha asked him.
"Uh, yeah, I got a timetable through the post with a list of things to buy, wanna see?" He held it out to us, I took it and smiled, blushing again.
"Oh? You're in all my lessons..." I added an inaudiable 'yay' at the end of that.
Martha frowned at me. She wasn't even trying to hide her dissappointment.
Suddenly, a shout came from across the street,
"Oh, look, it's the little faggot, he got himself a boyfriend!"
My heart stopped. My face went red, half blushing, half with anger. Martha set off at a run, fists raised. The kid who had shouted it laughed. Well, that is, until Martha smashed him across the face. He ran off, blood pouring from his nose. The damage was done. I forced myself to look up at Alex. The look on his face took my breath away, turned my stomach inside out and almost knocked me to the floor!

Hehe, gotta wait to hear the horrible details

:p (Lick) — Description
Ice crunched under foot as I wandered through the cold, frosty park. Everyone always seems to think winter is amazing and pretty, with all the snow. This place was a blue wasteland. I heard footsteps crunching in the ice behind me, someone was following me. I kept going, trying to ignore them, but I could hear them getting closer. I stepped to the side and sat down on a bench, waiting till they went past. The footsteps had stopped, they were behind me! Who was this, what did they want with me? I pulled up the courage to glance over my shoulder. I was starring at a guys crotch! He bent down, face to face with me.
"Josh?" I giggled.
He smiled, "You look a bit cold princess" he said to me. I blushed. He took off his coat, wrapped it around me and sat down next to me, I could see the steam from his breath hitting my face, and mine, his. I instinctivly moved my head forward, closer to him, he did the same, then, we--
I hit the floor with a thump.
"Oh, drat." I shouted.
I got up and checked the time. 6:30. I had time to have a shower.
After, I wrapped the towel round me and went downstairs. I toasted some bread and put half a tin of beans in a pan. After my breakfast I went back upstairs to get dressed. I got my school blazer and shirt out, my skirt was in the drier, I went and got that, put them all on, grabbed a pair of socks and my shoes, ran back downstairs, slipped them on and ran out of the house.
When I got to the gate, I stopped, looked both ways and-
"Hey, gay boy, why you still alive?"
I ignored the shout and carried on walkng. I could feel fury building up, bubbling in my throat. I still ignored it. Turning a corner I came face to face with my best friend, Martha. She's the one who got a girls school uniform for me.
"Hey faggot" she grinned, and hugged me tight. I frowned, Martha thinks she is allowed to call me faggot.
"Hey" I replied, prising myself from her arms, "stop calling me that!"
She laughed, her eyes twinkling mischievously.
We both set off again, still having things shouted at me. Martha kept smiling, but I could see the anger building up behind it. She cared so much for me. She had almost been chucked out of school when she broke someone's arm after they punched me.
We carried on, keeping to the streets, rather than the popular foot paths, keeping away from all the bullying and abuse that came with people. Martha stopped and grabbed my arm.
"Who the heck is he?" she gasped.
I rolled my eyes and carried on, not looking at him in case he knew me.
"Hey, you know the way to Bluestone high?"
I froze, he had the most beautiful voice, I could feel my heart trying to bash its way out of my ribs.
"Uhhh, yeah" I replied, shivering,
"Oh, good, I'm new here, I have no idea where I'm meant to be going." He scratched the back of his head timidly.
I smiled, Martha's mouth fell open.
"Right this way my kind sir" I giggled as he took my hand. My whole body shook and I blushed deeply. The three of us set off again, chattering about Alex (That his name, it's so dreamy.) and his old home.
"So, do ya know what classes you're in Alex?" Martha asked him.
"Uh, yeah, I got a timetable through the post with a list of things to buy, wanna see?" He held it out to us, I took it and smiled, blushing again.
"Oh? You're in all my lessons..." I added an inaudiable 'yay' at the end of that.
Martha frowned at me. She wasn't even trying to hide her dissappointment.
Suddenly, a shout came from across the street,
"Oh, look, it's the little faggot, he got himself a boyfriend!"
My heart stopped. My face went red, half blushing, half with anger. Martha set off at a run, fists raised. The kid who had shouted it laughed. Well, that is, until Martha smashed him across the face. He ran off, blood pouring from his nose. The damage was done. I forced myself to look up at Alex. The look on his face took my breath away, turned my stomach inside out and almost knocked me to the floor!

Hehe, gotta wait to hear the horrible details