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No One Can Know

First Day of School

"Oh Harry I can't believe you're in the 10 grade!"

"I know mom you told me this over and over again during the summer"

" I just can't help it! My little baby is just growing up so fast!"

"I know mom, can I go now? I'll be late for the school bus."

"Sure honey have a great first day! I love you!"

"I love you too mom"

I walk out the door after kissing my mother's cheek and head to my bus stop that was a little over half a mile away. I am scared and excited for a new year but mostly scared right now because I have to ride with two of the seniors, I mean its not that bad, as long as they don't notice you. Their names are Zayn and Niall, I know this because they have their names written all over their back packs by different people calling them names saying "Fuckwald Malik" and "Irish Whore Horan" also one thing in particular that states that they are "gay". God I hate when people think they can throw around the word like it's nothing, its like they don't know what they are saying can hurt anyone, or they just don't care. I get to the bus stop and stand behind them, I put my ear buds in and crack it up to my favorite song, First Date. The song was about finished when the bus came to pick us up. I pause the song, wrap the ear buds around my iPhone and stick it in my jacket pocket as I get on the bus. I sat in the middle row so I didn't have to sit with Zayn, Niall, and their other senior friend Liam in the back and I definitely wasn't going to sit with snot rocket Johnny in the front. So I took my iPhone out again and stuck my ear buds back in my ears. I felt like listening to some Green Day so I went through the albums had bought from iTunes over the summer. I thought Longview would be perfect on how I felt everyday since I found out that I Harry Edward Styles was gay, or "fucking faggot" as they like to call the guys at my school who have come out of the closet already. The bus gets to the school after 17 minutes, I step off and go towards the front door of the school. I take a deep breathe as I think to myself "Another year in hell". I open the door and head for the front office for a locker since I missed orientation because I had to help with the new nursery at my church. Yeah laugh all you want about a gay guy who goes to church, I mean I do believe in god and I do think he loves me different or not, but I hate the people there. They say a church is like your second family but I want a family that excepts me because i'm so called different but the people at my church I know would throw me into holy water and try to "pray away the gay" ...even my own mother. As I walk to the office I wait in a chair when I notice a few girls come in. One I think was named Perrie Edwards or something. All I know for a fact is her and Zayn are going out because of how close they get at lunch with their hands. Perrie looks at me with a questionable face.

"Are you new here?"

"No? Don't you remember me from last year? I helped you with your motorcycle chain when it broke off."

"That was you?! Damn kid you grew up! You got good looking to, gonna see a lot of broken hearts during the homecoming. So what grade you in this year?"

"10th"

"Nice! Well remember to study hard and do some drugs when you get a little stressed"

She winks at me then turns around and leaves. I just play on my iPhone until someone who can help me shows up. I played Flappy Bird to see if I could beat my high score of 127. I don't go out a lot so I have a lot of free time to fuck around and do nothing. I just go to church on Sundays for two hours and then Wednesday for one if you want to count that as "getting out and being social". Finally the principal shows up wearing to much green eye shadow and purple lip stick. She asks me if I need help and I just tell her I want a locker. she looks up one that is open for me and writes the locker number and combo on a sticky note. I head to the locker to see if it works and when I get it open I put a few of my notebooks and binders in. I close the locker and head for first period, cooking. I like cooking a lot, its kinda relaxing and it makes me feel like the only thing in this world I cant fuck up. When I get to the classroom I notice I have 4 minutes until the bell rings and a long year starts. The teacher isn't there yet so I just pick a desk and wait. The first bell rings and kids start entering the classroom than behind the last student the teacher enters. He writes his name on the board " Chef Stevenson" than he sits at his desk and begins to call for attendance.

"Anna Anderson?"

"Here!"

"Tyler Bayman"

"Here!"

Soon he gets to my name.

"Harry Styles?"

"Here"

He looks up at me.

"And ill be getting a hair net for you by the way. I want you to prepare curly fries not curls with fries."

Everyone laughs and I put my head down. That's when I knew I would have a long ass year a head of me...even in my favorite class.



Notes

Hey guys so i'm a new Fanfic Author so this is my first fanfic. I tried my best so leave comments, rate, or message me telling me what you think! (:

~Mikki

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