drying to my cheeks. It was the third day that week I had walked home from school

rather than ride that damn bus. I feared that bus more than death itself. Bobby and his

group ride my bus. Bobby is everything everyone else wants to be, everything I want to

be. He is quarterback on the football team, rich, and is dating the most beautiful girl in

school. When I ride the bus, I pretend that I don't hear them calling me names, that I

don't feel their spit balls hitting my face. But I know they are there, everyday making my

life a living hell. I'll never let them see me cry, never let them see the pain they cause.

The next day I woke up late, I would have to ride the bus or I would be late to

school. I gathered my books and ran out the door. Immediately the yellow bus made a

halt at my driveway. As I climbed the steps I heard Bobby yell, "Awe, the poor little fag

has to ride the bus today" followed by many laughs. As usual, I kept my head down and

sat in the first available seat, pretending the remark

When he called me that it hurt the most, I wanted to yell that I wasn't a queer, to

stomach, it felt like a thousand needles stabbing me over and over again. My whole face

but I couldn't, it was too hard. I could feel the violent thrusts that came upon my ribs as I

came and sat down right beside me. He began poking me in the back, as usual I said

what would happen next, and for the first time I didn't want to get off the bus...ever.

toy. A toy to laugh at and throw away when they are done playing. Suddenly Bobby

felt his big shoe kick me repeatedly. I tried to move my arms to block the blows to my

went unheard. They just use me as a

dying. I felt so ashamed, so helpless. At least I still had my pride, they never got to see

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