Out of the Closet

Summary
"Hide away," they say. "Because no one will love as you are." For years, students Emily, Katy and Alex (formerly known as Jake) have felt distant from the world, distant from their friends and family. They’ve dealt with homophobic comments from the teachers at Cobalt Lake Junior High to being rediculed by their peers for being "different". But this year is about to get a heck of a lot hard. (Hope you enjoyed the horrible summary)

Prologue
The sound of shoes hitting the linoleum floor along with the chatter of students fills the halls. The school bell rings, signaling the end of the day and students make their way towards the exits. I rummaged through my locker, yanking my bag out from underneath a stack of textbooks and papers go flying everywhere. I crouched, hastily picking up my scattered papers when I hear footsteps approaching from behind. I expected them to students who were passing by and saw the mess I had gotten myself into. . . I couldn't have been more wrong. A hand grabs me by the collar of my shirt and yanks me upward, choking me for a good five seconds. Two others pin me against a locker and twist my head to the right.

"Look at that, it's the gay boy," a voice sneered, Victoria Harlow, the most popular girl in school.

Victoria was tall and lean with the beauty of a model in a magazine or barbie doll, plastic and fake. Spray tan, piercing blue eyes, coffee brown hair that was done in a half up, half down style, fake. Her personality wasn't much better, eyes full of burning hatred and a heart of ice, let’s just say, you don’t want to be on her bad side. Sadly, I believe was exactly where I was headed.

"My name is Evan, you know," I muttered. I know I should have just stayed silent, but I guess I couldn’t keep my big mouth shut.

Chapter One - Emily
''Tap, tap. Tap tap. ''The rythmic tapping of tree branch can be heard outside my window. '' Tap, tap. Tap, tap. ''I copy it, drumming on my desk with my fingers. A peaceful evening, well at leats I thought it was going to be until furious shouts and angry yells erupted, coming from the kitchen. Mom and dad are fighting... again, I thought.  I look down at the sketch I had been working on for the pass hour and a half. It’s of course another monster, humanoid and feminine with long, thin limbs and fingers with blood-stained claws. It wore nothing more then a few rags and had wild, tangled mane of black hair that fell to the middle of its back. Its face is no more then two, empty eye sockets and jagged mouth that looks like it was cut out with a razor blade. I icked up the drawing and taped on my wall next to a dragon like creature with six eyes and eight legs and a humanoid monster with two heads and wide smile. I know that it scares my parents to death that I keep drawing "demons", but I don’t care, why should I when it’s MY way of venting? At least I don’t go screaming at my partner or anyone I think is doing something "wrong". My parents are huge bible thumpers anyway, one of the reasons I’m so scared to tell them, I’m gay.

I’ve wondered, how should I tell them? I know no matter how I’ll kicked out immediately. I mean, I already have a girlfriend named Katy. I still wonder how such pretty girl could love me. My name is Emily Dewin, I’m fourteen years old. I have coca coloured skin with patches that are missing melanin, earning me the nickname, "The Cow Girl". I’m short and slightly chubby with broad shoulders and round face. I have a pale gray eye and one the colour of emeralds. My hair is the same colour as coffee beans and is seprated into two thick braids. And I’m in a lesbian relationship with a girl named Katy Welsh. I guess I could always tell them in a comedic way, like bring up the fact how they said no BOYfriends or making a joke about not being straight. . . right? Why does it matter?