High school was rough enough. Being bullied at least twice a week made it even rougher. At a space in time when I was still searching for myself, the last thing I needed to be told was who I was.
I was walking down the hallway to drama class, along the wall to stay out of the crowd, minding my own business.
"Hey Ryan, wanna high five?!?!" The cool kid asks...
I thought he wanted to include me, I was excited. I went in for the high five. He slapped my hand so incredibly hard it stung and was numb for an hour.
He laughed as he strutted away. "Hope I didn't break a nail, faggot!"
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