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Sorry, I've had writer's block on the other story and I wanted to post a story that actually fits what I've been feeling recently, and a story closely to my life recently. As you may or may not know, I'm gay and my father found out, told my stepmom, who in turn told my Dad... so it will be slightly exaggerated for the reasons being that I'm a teenager, and it's a story... but any thing dealing with my main character in a gay relationship will be false on reality, as I have never actually dated another guy in my life!

I will begin writing soon... I will start tomorrow, as I have school and will be BORED OUT OF MY MIND!

Nice so far.

I'm not a fan of this theme of literature however, (no offense) I'm looking forward more to your other work, but I'll look into both. For you and for myself.

Because my other story A.T.S. has a main lead who is homosexual and perhaps this story can help me better incorporate the character better.

By the way have you seen Cyber laetly? Or rather her avatar? (laugh)
I haven't spoken to her in a few days. Likely nothing, yet...

The phone rang. I answered it with my white, corded phone.

"Hello?" I asked.
"What time are we meeting to eat for dinner?" a girl asked.
"Um, 7:30... right?"
"Corinne, you are so funny... so, you, me, Liz, and Katie are going to burger king, is that fine?"
"That's fine. I'll just get some chicken fries."
"You are so girly!" she said and laughed.
"See you later."
"Bye" she hung up.


I sat there in my bedroom debating to wear a black button-up shirt with khaki pants, and a blue tie, or to wear the blue button-up shirt with khaki pants, and a red tie. I put the different accessories up against me and looked in my full body mirror at the back of my door.

As I stared into this mirror the reflection wasn't me. That wasn't me standing there being so worried about how I will look? Only a girl would do this? Have I been possessed?

Thoughts rummaged through my head. It was like I wasn't me, I was just an observer watching as I did all these things. I was just another person, watching a boy be like a girl. It didn't seem natural, but it felt fine.

I heard a faint knock on my door. I threw the clothes on my bed.

"Hello?" I asked.
"Hi, hun," Mom said as she began to walk into the bedroom, "I see you're looking for what you want to wear. Just have fun, and make sure you get a special girl sometime soon so you have someone for prom later this year."

I finally chose the black button up shirt with the blue tie. I laid in bed and stared at the ceiling. What was I, why me? The blue walls seemed to close in, the ceiling seemed to get lower. It was like the room was closing in on me. My life was like this room, it was going to shrink until it crushed me.

I'll continue to write when I return Monday!

No offense, but this is a rather boring introduction, and it doesn't make me want to continue reading at all. My first thought is (like you admitted in your introduction of the story) "Oh, no. Another teen-angst story about being gay and not accepted." I think you can just skip this part. We should be able from the reactions he gives and gets that he's gay and that people are giving him a hard time over it.

Just for my personal knowledge, is this story suppose to be novel-length or a short story? The reason I ask is I think the premise sounds like a near perfect reason for a short story. I'm taking a class about short stories (I could only get into it because I'm a senior. Walking in, I expected a few of my fellow senior, but when I saw a huge group of Grad students, I nearly had a heart attack. I may be the best writer we have in this guild, but compared to the people in my program and, especially, the Grad students, I'm actually one of the worse. Anyway, back from my tangent.) so if you want any quick thoughts about what a short story is and what it's suppose to do I have a few authors to quote now.

Burger King should be capitalized. I should know; I worked there for four years.
I did this because when you have a space between lines it gets a little hard to see section breaks when they are only seperated by extra space. Make sense?

Like I said before, I don't think be need the first paragraph to explain to us what's happening. Just seeing what's happening is working great. You're doing really good!