Chapter 1
Monday 8:20 a.m.
Noah lifted his head up and stared at the long corridor. To one side lay a bank of lockers; to the other lay the open courtyard to the main outside lunch area. The area was particularly crowded this morning as the bussed students from Brock were trying to figure out where their lockers were, or at least where the one's they would be sharing were. Already the school year had gotten off to a lousy start for Noah and now it was only getting worse, having to share a locker with someone. Granted it wasn't the fault of the Brock High School kids that their school got torched over the weekend, but he had enough headaches to deal with. Already he was getting razzed about his screw up from last season, even though he thought it would be forgotten some kids loved to keep reminding everyone that he was different even though there was no proof. Least he didn't think there was but it wasn't like anyone cared.
Besides it wasn't his fault, the damn drama teacher had made him play the part and he needed the grade. So it meant wearing a dress, it didn't make him a fag like all the stupid jocks said, just cause they couldn't act worth shit didn't make drama a pussy sport as Hector said, like he'd know anyways.
His face was set in a scowl as he walked down the cement walkway towards where his locker was as he remembered the first day of school, only two weeks ago, but already it seemed like a year, when Hector had nailed him in the lunch enclave. At the top of his stupid bass voice he wanted to know if Noah had gotten any new dresses for this season, or was he going to just wear the same old frock. Christ what an ass he was and naturally the whole school laughed, like it was a big joke, but it didn't stop there. Someone, and he was sure it was Hector and his gang of mental midgets, had scrawled on his locker pussy boy, faggot, and even girlie boy, but no one cared, least the principle didn't. Hell, the guy even made him clean it up, like it was his fault or something.
Things hadn't gone easier the rest of the week either, his first assignment in science and he got teamed up with Marvin, which only gave Hector more to tease him about too. Marvin wasn't exactly a bad person, but if you ever wanted to know what a stereotypical gay was all you had to do was look at Marvin. The guy had to have a swivel in his hips the way they kept swishing to and fro, and the high-pitched voice
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