Girls have it made. They don’t have to worry about what they look like without a shirt on. They’re not expected to get their heads bashed in at football. They can be creative without people questioning their sexuality. They have doors to lock when they pee. They don’t have to deal with big stupid jocks.
“Had enough, queer bait?”
My hair is dripping. The water plinks back into the toilet. At least someone flushed this one recently. ‘Queer bait’. As if Jack would recognize a real queer if one walked up and kissed him.
“Let him go, Jack. We’ll be late for practice.”
Yeah, Jack. Let me go and take your little dick off to the field. Go play your homoerotic games where you pat each other on the ass and pretend it doesn’t mean anything sexual.
“All right, fairy Marcus. More of the same tomorrow.”
Jack’s hand leaves the back of my neck. I wait in case he’s kidding and will shove me down the minute I relax. I wait as the door opens and closes. I wait, but I no longer know what I’m waiting for. Salvation? The answer to my life?
It's quiet now, safe, so I slip out into the corridor, I want to avoid any more attention from these fucktards. I brush back my dripping hair and freeze at footsteps behind me.
"You alright, Principal Ellis?"
"Fine, fine," I mumble, and scuttle back to my office.
Opening: Sarah L......Continuation: Anonymous