This is a little story I've had in my head for the past few days. Not related in any way to my other stories even though I use the same names.
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Miles woke with a start as the alarm went off on his phone. "Ugh school all ready." Groggily he picked up his mobile and hit dismiss. Subconsciously he gazed at the date, October 12th read the display. Miles' eyes started to fill with tears and got back into bed. 4 years ago today his parents and younger sister died. 3 weeks before his 15th birthday a lorry driver who was way over the limit and had something else in his system hit the barrier on an overpass and crushed his family's car. He remembered when the police knocked on his door.
"Fortunately there were no other casualties" the office had said.
Yeah Miles had thought just my family. There was no one left for him. His parents had no contact with the rest of the family since the year before, when his Grandfather had hit him with a cane for being a 'sodomising cock sucker' as he put it, the rest of the family shared his view bar his Mom and Dad. They even moved half way across the world to get away from them. Born in the U.K died in the U.S.A he thought. It was hardly a surprise with the way he looked and his delicate voice but they never put two and two together.
"BREAKFAST!" came a female voice, breaking through Miles' train of thought causing a small smile to form on is lips. Hannah and Carl Wicks, their first friends in America had taken him in to their family along with their two daughters both of which were lesbian. They had been the best to him.
Miles plodded over to the mirror on his wall and took a good hard look at himself. His raven black hair was dishevelled and his skin its usual pale tone, his lips full and red and his eyes, his mysterious eyes. The brightens blue in the world with streaks of dark amethyst. No one could explain how he ended up with the black hair and his strange eyes. There was a soft knock at the door.
"Come in" Miles called. A brunette mop of hair popped though the door, "Mom's done a fry up, come on we've only got an hour and it will take you that to get ready!" She laughed and disappeared. Miles couldn't help but smile, Hayley was a few weeks older than him and for all accounts was his sister and best friend. They all knew what today was and would be determined to keep his mind off it.
By the time Miles got down stairs Carl had left and both Hannah and Hayley were fully ready and half way through breakfast. "About time." Hannah smiled, trying not to laugh, Hayley was less successful and nearly choked on a piece of bacon.
"Just needed to wake up." Miles replied, letting a larger smile to grace his face as he started to eat the mix of toast, sausage, bacon and eggs.
"That's the Miles we love." Hannah grinned.
Miles ate his food in a flash so he had enough time to shower and get ready. Once he was under the hot stream his mind turned from home to school. Hopefully today he wouldn't have to face Alex Branford, mister popular sports jock and the biggest homophobe in school. His friends and girlfriend aren't any better. Him and Hayley had had more than their share of damage done to their property or bodies and with Alex's dad been a powerful business man no one dares stop it, except for Ryan.
Alex's twin brother always stopped the attacks and if it wasn't him it was his girlfriend Clare. Both of them were as Alex would say 'homo-sympathizers'. The only differences between the two were Ryan had longer hair and a gentle voice compared to Alex's short cropped hair and harsh voice and a nasty scar on his throat.
Again Miles was shocked back to reality when the water turned cold. Jumping out and grabbing a towel to stop him freezing. Running to his room he noticed the neatly placed clothes on his bed. Skinny black jeans and a purple shirt, his two favourite colours. Just as he finished getting his school stuff and art bag, Hannah yelled for him to come on. "I've got people to meet before school you know" she exclaimed.
"Like meet you secret girlfriend." He quickly replied. Hannah mockingly punched his shoulder as revenge."Ow!" Miles exclaimed, "That hurt." as mock tears filled his eyes.
"You should have been a drama student, you'd have kissed a lot more cute guys too." She grinned.
"I prefer to paint pretty pictures than kiss pretty guys." he joked.
They joked about each others love lives as they usually did when the chatter was disturbed by a loud engine. It was a sound they were all to familiar with, Alex's truck. The red truck sped past the two of them but not before his friends shouted faggots out the window. Miles fragile spirit was starting to crack, Alex would be at school before them which meant the before school abuse was likely. Hayley noticed the slight change in Miles in seconds. "Hey it will be ok, they wont start anything today, I promise." She softly said as she started texting.
"Thanks but even your magic cant stop them." He glumly replied Hayley only smiled.
They walked the rest of the way in silence, school was only a 20 minute walk and was pointless getting a nasty cramped bus only to go down the road. As the building came into sight, the dreaded red truck came into view but for once Alex wasn't at the door waiting. Miles frowned and looked at Hayley, "How did you do it?" He said, his eye giving mock evils.
"Lesbian magic my friend, lesbian magic." Was all she said while grinning like a cat. As they approached the doors, Hayley asked if he would meet her after school. "Can't." miles replied "I wont finish till 4 and I want to finish this painting." He said with a sigh.
"Will we get to finally see your secret masterpiece?" she asked in delight.
"Yeap, you wont like it but yeah, you will."
"Great! See you after school then." she gleefully cried as she ran to lesson.
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The alarm went off with its usual high pitched beep, Ryan quickly pressed sleep as not to wake up the rest of his house, 6am was too early to get up according to his brother and father but he liked to be a school by 8.30, even though his first class wasn't till 9. He showered quickly and got dressed in dark blue jeans with a denim style shirt. He skipped breakfast and started the 45 minute walk to school, he owned a car but preferred the walk especially on a day like today. Today was the anniversary of Chris, his best friends death. Both of them kept an important secret from their families. They were both gay.
He and Chris had been close friends but never moved passed experimenting with each other, both of them preferred smaller guys rather than there own muscular builds. But somehow Chris' farther had found out and when he wasn't in school the next day Ryan went to investigate. As Ryan arrived at the house he saw a pile of Chris' stuff around the house and the door partly open. As Ryan entered, stunned to find Chris' cold broken body at the foot of the stairs. Panicking he called 911 on their phone and checked for Chris' pules, there wasn't one.
It was an open and close case, his farther in rage had beaten Chris within an inch of his life before been thrown down the stairs. It was then he gave his brother Alex his scar. Alex had been the one to tell Chris' farther about him seeing Chris kissing some guy and Alex been Alex said he deserved it. That's when he threw a bottle at him and it smashed across his throat. The force behind the throw was enough to crush part of Alex's voice box, leaving him with a harsh deep voice.
