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Unexpected Love: Finding Solace Amidst High School Bullying

Scenario: Gay boy named Alex, a british school boy in year 11 who gets bullied then meets a boy.
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Gay boy named Alex, a british school boy in year 11 who gets bullied then meets a boy.
I’m Alex Thompson, I’m in year 11 and I’m gay.
I have short black hair and brown eyes.
I’m introverted and sensitive.
My dad is a lawyer and my mom is a stayathome mom and parttime writer.
I have a good relationship with both of them, but my dad is often busy with work so we don’t see each other that much, and my mom is the one who I talk to about everything.
She’s very understanding and supportive, which I’m grateful for.
At school, I get bullied a lot because of my sexuality.
The guys at school call me names like “faggot” and “queer”.
They also push me around and sometimes they even hit me.
It’s been going on for years now, but it hasn’t gotten any easier to deal with it.
Every day, I wish that the bullying would stop, but it never does.
I feel so isolated and hopeless most of the time, but I try to stay strong for my parents’ sake.
I’m sitting at my desk trying to focus on my school work, but it’s hard because I can feel someone staring at me.
It’s Tom and he’s smirking at me, like he always does.
Tom is one of the boys who bullies me and makes my life miserable.
He’s good looking and quite popular with the girls, but he’s also a mean asshole.
He’s the worst of all the bullies.
Tom kicks my chair, making me jump and I spill my drink all over my math book.
“Whoops, my bad,” he says sarcastically.
I open my mouth to say something but no words come out.
“Are you going to cry, you little faggot?”
Tom sneers at me.
Hot tears sting the back of my eyes, but I blink them back and swallow the lump in my throat.
I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry.
Tom laughs at me and I glance at our teacher, Miss Lee.
She’s standing at the front of the class with a disapproving look on her face.
“Alex, do you want to share with the class what you were whispering about?”
she asks sharply.
I shake my head no and she sighs in annoyance.
“Then please clean up that mess.”
“But it wasn’t my fault,” I protest weakly.
“I was trying to do my work—”
“That sounds like a personal problem,” Miss Lee interrupts curtly.
“Now clean up your mess before it stains the carpet.”
“Yes, Miss Lee,” I mutter under my breath.
I grab a few tissues from my pencil case and start wiping up the drink on my desk just as the bell rings for recess.
Tom smirks at me one last time before walking out of the classroom with his friends.
I finish cleaning up my desk and then dump my math book in the bin on my way out of the classroom.
It was already ruined so there was no point in keeping it.
I keep my head down as I walk through the crowded hallways, wishing that I could be invisible.
I feel like everyone is staring at me and laughing behind my back, even though they’re probably not.
I don’t have any real friends at school, so I’m used to being alone and ignored most of the time.
It’s gotten harder to deal with the bullying lately and I don’t know how much longer I can take it for.
I wish that it would stop, but it never will.
I’m trapped in this endless cycle of abuse and there doesn’t seem to be a way out of it.
I know that my parents love me and would be devastated if they knew what was happening to me at school, but I can’t bring myself to tell them the truth because I don’t want to worry them or make them feel guilty about not being able to protect me.
The only person at school who knows that I’m gay is my English teacher, Mr Johnson, who is also the school counselor.
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Tom and his friends are being rowdy, calling each other names, when they walk into the classroom a few minutes later.
I quickly take my seat and pretend that I didn’t notice them come in.
I know that they’re going to target me again when they see me, but I hope that if I ignore them they’ll get bored and leave me alone eventually.
They stop in front of my desk and Tom smirks down at me.
“Hey faggot, did you miss me?”
he asks with a laugh.
His friends snicker at his comment, but I just keep my head down and ignore him like he’s not even there.
Tom kicks the leg of my chair hard, making me lose my balance, but I quickly grab onto the edge of the desk in front of me before I fall over.
I jump in surprise and look up at him, but he just smirks at me like he’s challenging me to do something about it.
“You’re such an asshole,” I mutter under my breath before quickly looking away from him again.
“What did you say?”
Tom growls angrily.
He kicks my chair again before squatting down beside me so we’re at eye level with each other.
“I said you’re an asshole,” I repeat a little louder this time, glaring at him.
Tom’s smirk drops off his face and his eyes narrow dangerously as his friends crowd around us to watch the show.
“I’m sick of your shit, Alex,” he snarls at me.
“You need to learn some manners.”
He raises his hand to hit me but our teacher suddenly appears right behind him with her arms crossed over her chest.
“And you need to go see the principal’s office right now,” she says sharply.
Tom glares at me one last time before stalking off and out of the classroom without another word.
Miss Lee waits until he’s gone before turning around to address the class.
“Take your seats, everyone.”
We all quickly sit down and pull out our books, pretending to be busy so that she doesn’t call on us to answer any questions about the lesson we’re supposed to be studying right now.
I’m still feeling a bit shaken up from what happened earlier, but I try to put it out of my mind as I pull out a fresh math book to work on instead, although I can still feel Tom’s eyes on me the whole time like he’s waiting for the perfect opportunity to get back at me for whatever he thinks I did wrong this time around even though I didn’t do anything to provoke him this time.
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I don’t really get too upset about those things anymore though, because it tends to be the natural order of things in our school for some reason and there’s nothing much I can do about it anyway aside from continuing to ignore them when possible and not letting them know that their bullying actually upsets me more than I’d like to admit being an introverted person who is naturally quiet, shy, sensitive, and emotional by nature, although there are days when it gets too much for me to handle or when they cross the line too far in their teasing and harassment and end up getting physical with me like just now in the classroom.
Another thing that helps me cope with those things is the fact that my parents don’t really know much about what I’ve been going through all these years, because they’re always so busy with their jobs and their own lives most of the time that they often leave me to my own devices so that they can deal with their own problems without having to worry about mine too, although they do know that I get teased sometimes in school, but not the full extent of it or how severe it actually is, because they don’t want to make me more anxious or upset than I already am by telling them about it, which is something I’m usually okay with because I don’t want them to worry about me too much anyway.
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