The weekend was pretty boring. Most weekends are boring for me nowadays. I called Felix but he wasn’t able to talk much. I was home alone. My parents and brother were gone. It was one of the weekends when my father was going to talk to campaign supporters. These events usually happened every month. These trips were to hobnob with wealthy campaign supporters at stupid parties. I used to hate going to these parties they were so boring. It wasn’t just the parties that were boring we would spend hours driving to areas over the state to show that the politicians care about the voters by going to different cities around the state.  Then having to spend the night in a hotel room with my brother. My father just wanted my brother and me to go just to show how good of a family we are. It was all a way to show off in front of investors and voters.

 Even since what happened last year he never made me go. Sometimes they would just take off before I even woke up. It went like this for the whole summer. I wasn’t bothered by it at first because I hated those parties, but now I wished they would at least include me. He just doesn’t want the conservative jerks he hangs around to know that one of his sons is gay. He thinks those sponsors would withdraw their money if the head of one of their groups had a child who was gay. Maybe they would these are the same guys who make racist and misogynistic comments at every function. So I just stayed home alone watching tv. They didn’t come back home until Sunday evening. 

On Monday I decided to walk to school. I didn't feel like Ken telling me all the things they did when they left me home. He would just talk about the nice dinner dad took them to, how nice it was to have a hotel room by himself, or how he made out with some investors' daughter. He knew it bugged me to be left out so he just had to brag about it. Even though he hated those parties of much as I did. As I walked to school I just got even more depressed because Felix was out for the week due to his concussion. I got to school and decided to just head toward my locker. I got to my locker and was shocked to see what was on it. In bright red paint, the letters F A G were painted on it. I was shocked and upset. I don’t who did this. I looked around people were just looking at me, some stood there and laughed, and then there were those who looked at me with disgust. Those were the stares I hated the most. The looks of hatred and disgust because I was different. The thought that is something wrong with me even though there wasn’t. I already got enough of those looks at home.

  I quickly grabbed what I needed from my locker and went to my first class. No one tried to talk to me all I got were looks from other students. After the first two periods, I was already wanting the day to be over. I went to my third-period class. I had gym today as I did every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. It was one of the few classes I didn't have with Felix. I may not have had this class with Felix which was fine because I don't think I'm ready to have him see me naked yet. Even though I already got a glimpse at his bits. Even though Felix wasn’t in this class with me there were still a lot of guys who were on the football team. I was worried about seeing Darren. Gym class is one of the few classes I have with him and I am worried if he will try to start something again now that Felix isn’t around.

I begrudgingly made my way to the locker room. Gym class wasn’t my favorite. I'm not out of shape I just don't like the locker room. I just worry that if I stare too long and they notice or if my body reacts to seeing of bunch of naked guys. I just try to get out of the locker room as fast as I could. I put my bag down by my gym locker. I pulled my shirt off. When I got my shirt off Darren and some others football players were standing in front of me. 

“What do you think you are doing here fag,” Darren said.

“I am just getting changed. I am not doing anything wrong,” I said.

“Well you are doing something wrong because we don’t a fag like you in the locker room with us,” Darren said. “Yeah,” The other guys said agreeing with Darren.

I started to get up and move to a different spot. I figured it would be better to move instead of trying to start a fight. "Where do think you're going fag," Darren said. He then ripped my gym bag from my hands. "Hey guys I think his clothes need a little wash," He said. He then threw my gym bag in one of the toilets. The toilets in the locker room were always dirty. Apparently, teenage boys don't know how to flush. He dropped my bag in the toilet and then flushed the toilet. The yellow water swirled over my bag. I grabbed my bag out of the toilet. Everything in it was soaked. I was angry first it was my locker and now this. I was pissed. I attempted to punch one of the guys but he moved out of the way. So instead of hitting one of them, I ended up falling on the floor. 

“What's going on in here,” the coach shouted. 

“Trevor tried to punch us,” Darren said trying to pin everything on me. 

“Only because they keep harassing me. They even threw my gym bag in the toilet. So I have nothing to wear for gym class,” I said in protest

 “I don't care who started what there will be no fighting in my class. You all will be running extra laps today. Trevor come to my office I am sure they are some extra gym clothes you can wear,” The coach said.

I followed him into his office he handed me an old pair of shorts and an old basketball jersey. I put them on because I didn’t want to have to run in jeans/  I didn't even start the fight and yet here I am being punished as well. After I finished running I joined to rest of the class. Today we were playing Dodgeball. The coach picked captains Darren and some other kid were picking teams. I was the last to be picked it seemed neither of them wanted me on their team. I ended up going on the other kid's team. As the teams separated to their sides coach blew his whistle. Players rushed to grab the balls. I stayed back because I didn’t feel like getting hit by a rubber ball. Darren and his team had other plans they targeted me. They threw their balls towards me and just like that I was out. Getting hit by a bunch of rubber balls was just the cherry on top. Darren threw the last ball it all I heard was a smack as the ball hit my face. I was knocked down. I was dazed by the rubber ball hitting me in the head. I stood up I then felt something wet dripping down on my face. I touched my face I looked at my hands and what was dripping on my face was blood. Coach ran over to check on me. 

“Trevor go to the nurse to get cleaned up and checked out,” he said.

I walked out of the gym as I passed by Darren and his teammates I heard them laughing. “Did you see it I nailed him right in the face,” Darren said. I knew he was trying to hit me on purpose. I was almost to tears this day had one of the worst I had since coming to this school. I rushed to the nurse's office the last thing I wanted was for them to see me cry. I got to the nurse's office and got an ice pack for my face. I just rested in the nurse's office for the rest of gym class. I went back to the locker room to shower and get my stuff for my next class. 

I just wanted this day to end I was hurt and alone. Just when I thought things were getting better for me life had its way of keeping me feeling bad about who I am.