{"sf1_id":255547,"sf2_id":"r17KzQ71","title":"A New Start: Part 1","author":"Skye1998","words":1642,"posted_at":"2011-06-03T21:04:00.000Z","tags":["Gay","Human"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/255547-a-new-start-part-1","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/r17KzQ71","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/1a/9b/1a9b45b4-b271-4793-b82d-7f9bd3f8bb70","description":"","content":"\u0026nbsp;\n\nFirst day\n\nNew school\n\nNew day\n\nNew friends\n\nNew start\n\nFront of the class\n\nMy name?\n\nKai\n\nAge?\u0026nbsp;\n\nFourteen\n\nI tell them\n\nbut I have a secret.\n\nI'm gay\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI sit\n\nThe person next to me introduces himself\n\nRyan\n\nI say hello\n\nHe asks what class I have next\n\nScience\n\nHe does too\n\nWe have all the same classes\n\nWhat a coincidence\n\nI can't be friendly\n\nToo risky\n\nI'm better off alone\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAP English\n\nIt makes me sound smart\n\nAP\n\nAdvanced Placement\n\nRyan sits next to me\n\nDetermined to be my friend\n\nI don't want friends\n\nHe's so cute\n\nI guess I can have one friend\n\nOnly one\n\nOkay Ryan, I'll let you in\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nLater\n\nMy house\n\nMy room\n\nI live alone\n\nMy parents disowned me when they found out\n\nI'm gay\n\nI've learned to be independent\n\nNot needing anyone\u0026nbsp;\n\nBut now,\n\nI do need someone\n\nIt's Ryan\n\nI think I love him\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nRyan?\n\nThere's something on my mind.\n\nSomething I need to tell you.\n\nI'm not really into girls.\n\nI'm gay.\n\nI understand if you hate me.\u0026nbsp;\n\nI understand.\n\nPlease don't tell.\n\nWhat?\n\nDo I like anyone?\n\nWell, there is someone.\n\nHe's probably straight,\n\nbut he's so nice to me.\n\nHe's really hot too.\n\nWho is it?\u0026nbsp;\n\nWell, he's you, Ryan,\n\nI love you.\n\nDaisies\n\nHe loves me,\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe loves me not\n\nOver and over\n\nNever ending\n\nThen it does\n\nEnds\n\nHe loves me,\n\nand I love him!\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nYou love me too?\u0026nbsp;\n\nYes!\n\nI was so alone\n\nI felt like I was the only one\n\nAt my old school\n\nI came out to my friend\n\nHe betrayed me\n\nI was tortured\n\nBeaten up\n\nHurt\n\nCalled names\n\nDyke\n\nBitch\n\nHomo\n\nFaggot\n\nThat was their favorite\n\nFaggot\n\nfaggot\n\nfaggot\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe apologizes\n\nYou don't need to apologize\n\nYou're the only one who accepts me.\n\nMy parents?\n\nI don't have any\n\nThey hate me\n\nThey disowned me\n\nThey hurt me\n\nI live alone\n\nI felt alone\n\nThen I met you\n\nI am not alone\n\nNot anymore\n\nI have you\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMy dad\n\nMy old house\n\nThe kitchen\n\nHis belt\n\nWhack\u0026nbsp;\n\nWhack\n\nWhack\n\nMetal and leather agaist skin\n\nI have tears in my eyes\n\nI cannot cry\n\nI cannot show weakness\n\nYou deserve it\n\nMy father says\n\nI don't\n\nNo one deserves this\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI see Ryan waiting\n\nSorry\n\nI had a flashback\n\nHe asks what it was\n\nso I tell him\n\nThat's horrible\n\nHe says, a look of disgust on his perfect face\n\nI agree\n\nIt was horrible\n\nMonstrous\n\nAbominable\n\nBeating a child for who he is\n\nI ran away\n\nTwenty three times\n\nThey found me\n\nBrought me back to that hellhole of a house\n\nTo my dad\n\nTo the belt\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nOnce they locked me in the cellar\n\nI was down there for a week\n\nNo food\n\nLittle water\n\nI was starving,\n\nthirsty,\n\ncold,\n\nlonely\n\nThey let me out when they disowned me\n\nThat was the last time I saw them\n\nI never want to see them again\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe bell rings\n\nWe get up and walk to our next class\n\nArt\n\nI have never been very good at art\n\nI've memorized my class schedual\n\nI repeat it over and over\n\nSocial studies, Science, Math, English, lunch, Art, Psycology, Gym, Woods\n\nSocial studies, Science, Math, English, lunch, Art, Psycology, Gym, Woods\n\nSocialstudiesScienceMathEnglishlunchArtPsycologyGymWoods\n\nSocialstudiesScienceMathEnglishlunchArtPsycologyGymWoods\n\nIt all blends together\n\nIt's one big mess\n\nLike my painting\n\nMy easel\n\nRyan's easel\n\nNext to each other\n\nHe can paint, too\n\nPerfect\n\nArtist, athlete, smart, kind, popular, beautiful\n\nPerfect\n\nThat's what he is\n\nAnd he chose me\n\nMe\n\nI'm nothing special\n\nI can't paint\n\nI'm not athletic\n\nI'm not friendly\n\nAll I am is smart\n\nI'm in all the AP classes\u0026nbsp;\n\nWhy?\u0026nbsp;\n\nI ask\n\nWhy me?\n\nYou could have had anyone\n\nWhy me?\n\nIt was love\n\nHe says\n\nLove at first sight\n\nWe go home together\n\nTo his house\n\nWalking in the door\n\nI'm home!\n\nHe yells\n\nHis mom comes out\n\nHi Ryan\n\nWho's this you've brought?\n\nThis is Kai\n\nI smile\n\nMy boyfriend\n\nI freeze\n\nBoyfriend\n\nHe called me his boyfriend\n\nIn front of his mother!\n\nIt's okay\n\nshe knows\n\nRyan's words snap me out of it\n\nOh, good\n\nKai is kinda shy\n\nHe says\n\nHe had a rough childhood\n\nUnderstatement of the century\n\nHe was abused by his parents\n\nBecause he is gay\n\nHis mom looks shocked\n\nThen pity\n\nClaimes her face\n\nOh you poor dear\n\nShe says\n\nCome here\n\nI do\n\nShe wraps me in hug\n\nIt feels good\n\nTo be hugged again\n\nIt's been so long\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;We go to Ryan's room\n\nWe sit on the bed\n\nI hug him\n\nHe hugs me back\n\nI could get used to all this hugging\n\nI love you\n\nHe says\n\nI love you too\n\nHe pulls my mouth\n\nTo his\n\nWe kiss\n\nHis tounge\n\nExploring my mouth\n\nI push my tounge past his\n\nInto his mouth\n\nLove\n\nIt overwhelmes me\n\nFirst day\n\nNew school\n\nNew day\n\nNew friends\n\nNew start\n\nFront of the class\n\nMy name?\n\nKai\n\nAge?\u0026nbsp;\n\nFourteen\n\nI tell them\n\nbut I have a secret.\n\nI'm gay\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI sit\n\nThe person next to me introduces himself\n\nRyan\n\nI say hello\n\nHe asks what class I have next\n\nScience\n\nHe does too\n\nWe have all the same classes\n\nWhat a coincidence\n\nI can't be friendly\n\nToo risky\n\nI'm better off alone\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAP English\n\nIt makes me sound smart\n\nAP\n\nAdvanced Placement\n\nRyan sits next to me\n\nDetermined to be my friend\n\nI don't want friends\n\nHe's so cute\n\nI guess I can have one friend\n\nOnly one\n\nOkay Ryan, I'll let you in\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nLater\n\nMy house\n\nMy room\n\nI live alone\n\nMy parents disowned me when they found out\n\nI'm gay\n\nI've learned to be independent\n\nNot needing anyone\u0026nbsp;\n\nBut now,\n\nI do need someone\n\nIt's Ryan\n\nI think I love him\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nRyan?\n\nThere's something on my mind.\n\nSomething I need to tell you.\n\nI'm not really into girls.\n\nI'm gay.\n\nI understand if you hate me.\u0026nbsp;\n\nI understand.\n\nPlease don't tell.\n\nWhat?\n\nDo I like anyone?\n\nWell, there is someone.\n\nHe's probably straight,\n\nbut he's so nice to me.\n\nHe's really hot too.\n\nWho is it?\u0026nbsp;\n\nWell, he's you, Ryan,\n\nI love you.\n\nDaisies\n\nHe loves me,\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe loves me not\n\nOver and over\n\nNever ending\n\nThen it does\n\nEnds\n\nHe loves me,\n\nand I love him!\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nYou love me too?\u0026nbsp;\n\nYes!\n\nI was so alone\n\nI felt like I was the only one\n\nAt my old school\n\nI came out to my friend\n\nHe betrayed me\n\nI was tortured\n\nBeaten up\n\nHurt\n\nCalled names\n\nDyke\n\nBitch\n\nHomo\n\nFaggot\n\nThat was their favorite\n\nFaggot\n\nfaggot\n\nfaggot\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe apologizes\n\nYou don't need to apologize\n\nYou're the only one who accepts me.\n\nMy parents?\n\nI don't have any\n\nThey hate me\n\nThey disowned me\n\nThey hurt me\n\nI live alone\n\nI felt alone\n\nThen I met you\n\nI am not alone\n\nNot anymore\n\nI have you\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMy dad\n\nMy old house\n\nThe kitchen\n\nHis belt\n\nWhack\u0026nbsp;\n\nWhack\n\nWhack\n\nMetal and leather agaist skin\n\nI have tears in my eyes\n\nI cannot cry\n\nI cannot show weakness\n\nYou deserve it\n\nMy father says\n\nI don't\n\nNo one deserves this\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI see Ryan waiting\n\nSorry\n\nI had a flashback\n\nHe asks what it was\n\nso I tell him\n\nThat's horrible\n\nHe says, a look of disgust on his perfect face\n\nI agree\n\nIt was horrible\n\nMonstrous\n\nAbominable\n\nBeating a child for who he is\n\nI ran away\n\nTwenty three times\n\nThey found me\n\nBrought me back to that hellhole of a house\n\nTo my dad\n\nTo the belt\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nOnce they locked me in the cellar\n\nI was down there for a week\n\nNo food\n\nLittle water\n\nI was starving,\n\nthirsty,\n\ncold,\n\nlonely\n\nThey let me out when they disowned me\n\nThat was the last time I saw them\n\nI never want to see them again\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe bell rings\n\nWe get up and walk to our next class\n\nArt\n\nI have never been very good at art\n\nI've memorized my class schedual\n\nI repeat it over and over\n\nSocial studies, Science, Math, English, lunch, Art, Psycology, Gym, Woods\n\nSocial studies, Science, Math, English, lunch, Art, Psycology, Gym, Woods\n\nSocialstudiesScienceMathEnglishlunchArtPsycologyGymWoods\n\nSocialstudiesScienceMathEnglishlunchArtPsycologyGymWoods\n\nIt all blends together\n\nIt's one big mess\n\nLike my painting\n\nMy easel\n\nRyan's easel\n\nNext to each other\n\nHe can paint, too\n\nPerfect\n\nArtist, athlete, smart, kind, popular, beautiful\n\nPerfect\n\nThat's what he is\n\nAnd he chose me\n\nMe\n\nI'm nothing special\n\nI can't paint\n\nI'm not athletic\n\nI'm not friendly\n\nAll I am is smart\n\nI'm in all the AP classes\u0026nbsp;\n\nWhy?\u0026nbsp;\n\nI ask\n\nWhy me?\n\nYou could have had anyone\n\nWhy me?\n\nIt was love\n\nHe says\n\nLove at first sight\n\nWe go home together\n\nTo his house\n\nWalking in the door\n\nI'm home!\n\nHe yells\n\nHis mom comes out\n\nHi Ryan\n\nWho's this you've brought?\n\nThis is Kai\n\nI smile\n\nMy boyfriend\n\nI freeze\n\nBoyfriend\n\nHe called me his boyfriend\n\nIn front of his mother!\n\nIt's okay\n\nshe knows\n\nRyan's words snap me out of it\n\nOh, good\n\nKai is kinda shy\n\nHe says\n\nHe had a rough childhood\n\nUnderstatement of the century\n\nHe was abused by his parents\n\nBecause he is gay\n\nHis mom looks shocked\n\nThen pity\n\nClaimes her face\n\nOh you poor dear\n\nShe says\n\nCome here\n\nI do\n\nShe wraps me in hug\n\nIt feels good\n\nTo be hugged again\n\nIt's been so long\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;We go to Ryan's room\n\nWe sit on the bed\n\nI hug him\n\nHe hugs me back\n\nI could get used to all this hugging\n\nI love you\n\nHe says\n\nI love you too\n\nHe pulls my mouth\n\nTo his\n\nWe kiss\n\nHis tounge\n\nExploring my mouth\n\nI push my tounge past his\n\nInto his mouth\n\nLove\n\nIt overwhelmes me\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n"}