Hiya guys and gals!
I know I've just barely started my first story (
Love...Otis.), but I was suddenly assaulted by a viciously fantastic idea the other day.
It's another story about a boy... But it's not
really about a boy. It's really a bit confusing. Even my main character is getting confused! Arg... Basically, this is a story about self-discovery.
But if you want to know more, you'll have to wait for the first chapter of the story. For now, I have the prologue for you to read. And just so you know, the prologue doesn't have very many pics, but the chapters will.
Warning:
Homosexual themes. Don't like it? Don't read it!
Here we go...
Two-Faced
Prologue I still remember the day I had to explain my name to Ms. Gordon. There’s nothing special about my name, really. But for some reason she just didn’t understand that it’s Chris; not Christopher.
I was drooling on my desk in biology that day, while she was attempting to give a lecture to the class on the structure of a human cell. Of course, she yelled at me to wake me up.
Only she called me Christopher.
Instead of Chris.
When I corrected her, she started to argue with me.
“Of course your name is Christopher, that’s what Chris is short for! Your name can’t just be Chris!”
“But it is.”
“Look at it this way… What name did your parents put on your birth certificate?”
I scoffed and ruffled up my already messy red hair. “Chris.”
“No… Your name! Your whole name!”
“Chris Marcus Pax. That’s really what my
mom put on my birth certificate.”
She sighed in frustration and decided to give up.
I heard snickers from around the room, specifically from right behind me. I glanced over my shoulder at my friend Jake.
“What’s so funny?” I hissed.
“Ms. Gordon’s a fat stump.” He snorted. Sometimes his child-like behavior even amused me. Nobody else thought he was that funny, and that’s why I was his best and closest friend.
I happened to be pretty annoyed with Ms. Gordon at that point, so I couldn’t stop myself from laughing along with him.
“
Christopher!” I heard the stump yell. “To the office. Now.”
After that day I never argued with her again.
Because that was the day I found out we were moving.
My mom told me to pack up right as I walked in the door. The two of us don’t really have much, so it didn’t take us very long to pack our things into cardboard boxes.
After we were done I walked straight to Jake’s house to tell him I was moving.
“Where?”
“I dunno. Haven’t asked.”
“Well… When?”
“Sometime this weekend.”
“You do know today’s Friday, right?”
“…Oh.”
“Let’s go to your house. I still want to keep in touch, man, so I need to know more.”
We went to my house, hung out, and exchanged phone numbers. With Jake’s encouragement, I asked my mom when, where, and why we had to leave.
“Tomorrow, to Salt City, and because I got the job I’ve been wanting.” She answered simply.
I wanted to complain because it was the middle of the school year, but I never argue with my mom. Especially not when it comes to employment issues. She had a chance to earn money, so we were going to take it.
So all I said was, “I don’t know anybody in Salt City.”
“Well just think of this as a chance to start over. Maybe you can become an artist or an athlete… You keep saying that you wish you hadn’t turned out to be the school slacker. You can be a different person! I’ll let you buy some new clothes. You’ll probably even be able to take advantage of certain
hidden assets.” She smiled slyly, knowing that would keep me quiet.
I glared at her, but I didn’t say anything else about the matter, and when Saturday came by, we drove away from our sleepy hometown.
I promised Jake I’d stay in touch. For his sake.
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