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Short Story - The Gun


             I am shy, the teacher mistakenly called me Michael, even though my real name is James. She called me Michael for the whole semester and I never even corrected her. Every lunch, I ate alone in front of the Student Activity Center at Gunn High School, watched seniors talking and playing music with a guitar and other instruments. I am a king without his Queen or throne. I was always the first student to arrive to class. I felt like I was the shyest kid in the entire school.
             Not all was that bad, but there was one problem. I had a bully. In art class, that douchebag, Richard. He would always knock down my painting and put me on a chokehold. .
             "Faggot! You're a fucking faggot! Your mom was not meant to be a woman!" Richard Yelled.
             I grunted back, "Why are you doing this to me? What did I do to deserve this?".
             Still putting me on chokehold, he replied, "Because you quit the football team! You're a quitter! You're a wimp!".
             "So quitting the football team would make me a faggot?" I asked.
             He twisted my balls until I passed out onto a floor full with wet paint. It continuously happen almost everyday for three months. I got tired of it, I did not talk to anyone because I didn't want to share the fact of how I was violated . .
             Unfortunately, Richard was not only in art class, he was in my U.S. history class. The topic was African-American movement, so the whole class had a discussion about the segregation. Richard sprang up and yelled at the entire class.
             "You guys are all racist Jews! Thats why Nazi kills you all!" .
             The whole class gaped at him with their eyes popping out. Then comes a little laughter. When the bell rang, the teacher had us stay in to listen to more of Richard's opinion about Jews relating to African-Americans. .
             "Jews are racist! Thats why the Babylonians tortured you guys and took over your country!".
             One day, Richard wrote all over my gym locker, "Faggot, go to hell!" With an upside down cross.


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