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Hello! I finally posted the 2nd chapter of this story. I hope you will like it. Don't hesitate to comment to tell me if you liked it or not. It always makes me happy. :)

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Today was the day. I woke up at 7a.m. I was so tired, I barely slept that night. I was nervous and excited at the same time. I slowly rubbed my eyes and went in the bathroom to take a quick shower. Once I was done, I took a few minutes to choose what to wear. I took a pair of black skinny jeans and a white T-shirt with a leather jacket. Then I had to make my hair look good. It always took me some time.

I went downstairs when I was done, my mother had already left. She was a babysitter so she had strange working hours. My father was still asleep; he didn't have to work until late in the afternoon. There was a note on the table. I took it and read the little paper.

"Hey Michael,

I hope you're not too tired. I already left for work but I will be at home when you get back. Have a great day. By the way, there are some pancakes in the fridge for you.

Love you.

Mom. x"

I smiled at the lovely message and I took the pancakes off the fridge. I added syrup before eating them. I loved my mom's cooking, it was so good. I could die for it. Then, I put the dishes in the dishwasher before running up the stairs to brush my teeth. I quickly took my brown bag and walked out of the house. I didn't want to be late for my first day!

After ten minutes of walk, I was here; in front of the high school. It was a big high school with stone walls; it reminded me of middle Ages. There were lots of students, they were laughing, speaking with their friends or making out. Ugh, disgusting. I went in the office to take my schedule. I was so nervous right now. What if nobody liked me? An old woman with short, grey hair looked at me, smiling before giving me my schedule without a word.

I thanked her and left the office. There was a small girl next to the door. She had long, light brown hair in a ponytail and blue eyes. She was kind of cute but not my type.

"Hey you! You're new here right?" She asked me and gave me a gentle smile.

"Mmh.. Yeah. I'm new." I answered with a shy smile.

"Oh cool! Where were you before ending up here?" She asked, raising an eyebrow, curiosity in her beautiful blue eyes.

"I was home schooled." I mumbled, slightly embarrassed. Why was she asking so many questions already?

"That's so cool! I'm Amelia by the way." She told me, with an enormous smile, a strange glint in her eyes.

"I'm Michael." I answered, smiling back.

"I like your name! My little cousin has the same. So, I saw your schedule and we have four classes together! It will be so cool! Oh, and you will eat lunch with me, right?" She asked, jumping up and down of excitement.

I nodded, laughing a little. Well, my day was great so far. Amelia was my first friend. I really liked her, she was nice, and she was laughing and smiling all the time.

The first hours of classes were boring. I had to present myself at the beginning of each classes, everybody was staring at me as if I was an Alien. I hated attention. And, I had no classes with Amelia this morning. At lunch time, I went to my locker to grab my lunch bag. Amelia was waiting for me in front of the cafeteria. I spotted her and walked slowly toward her.

My head was hurting so bad. It was worse than usual, there were so many noises. I should have taken my pills this morning.

"Hey, it's a great day... Would you like to eat outside?" She asked me, carrying her lunch bag.

I nodded and we headed toward the door. There were less people here, I was happy about that. My head may hurt less. I hoped so. We sat down near a big tree.

"Hey, I was wondering. You could come over this weekend so we could hang out." She said while she was eating her sandwich.

I opened mine and began to eat. "That won't be possible this weekend. I've an appointment. Maybe next week? If that's okay with you." I asked, adding quickly the last part.

"Okay, no problem! My brother will love you. He and I are really close. He's home schooled." She said with a sad smile.

"Why is he home schooled?" I asked, taking a sip of my bottle of water.

"He's deaf. He was bullied at school so my parents' home schooled him. It's better like that, I suppose; even if he feels lonely. Why were you home schooled?" She asked, finishing her sandwich.

"....Because my parents are a bit overprotective." I shrugged, playing with my fingers. I didn't like this subject.

If only she knew.

"Do you have siblings?" She asked, before taking a sip of her coke.

"Sadly, no. I'm the only child in the family." I shrugged.

We were in a comfortable silence when I saw something small and dark on my left leg. It was moving fast. I got up and began to scream, jumping and throwing my arms everywhere.

"Please, take it off!! Take it off!!!" I squealed with a high-pitched voice.

Amelia began to laugh uncontrollably. After a few minutes of jumping everywhere, the spider fell on the floor.

"Thank you for your help" I mumbled, tears of fears in my eyes.

"Sorry. I didn't know you were afraid of spiders." She told me with a smile, trying to control her laughter. Sadly it didn't work.

"I am. I've a phobia of them..." I mumbled, embarrassed as I saw the few people who were outside looking at me with a strange look on their face. They were probably thinking I was weird now.

"I think I've lost my hearing today. I never heard someone screaming that high, especially a guy!" Amelia said, laughing harder.

"Ughh. Stop laughing at me! It was embarrassing..." I mumbled a large blush on my cheeks.

When she finally stopped laughing, she looked at me and frowned. "Why are you bleeding?" She asked, sounding worried. I sniffed, and quickly took a tissue. It wasn't the first time it happened.

"It's nothing. It always happens when I have strong emotions." The bleeding stopped a few minutes later. I put the tissue in a bin then checked if my T-shirt and pants were okay.

The bell rang, and Amelia took my hand. We went to our next classes together. It was the only one we had together today. And it also was the last class of the day. Finally. It was a music class. It was interesting. I always loved music; I could play the piano, but not very well. I wish I had time to learn how to play correctly, sadly I didn't have time.

When the bell rang, I went on the parking lot where Amelia's mother had to pick her up. "You're sure you don't want me to take you home?" She asked, looking worried.

"No, thank you. I don't live far away." I answered, smiling.

A car parked next to us. Amelia hugged me tightly before kissing my cheek. She went near my ear so only I could hear her. "I always wanted a gay best friend." She whispered, hugging me.

She smiled and went in the car waving her hand. The car quickly left the parking lot. I stayed in the same position for a few minutes, too shocked to move. How could she know that? Nobody knew. Not even my parents! I was confused. I sighed and, with these thoughts, I started walking, heading toward home.

Once I was at home, I went in the kitchen, ignoring my mother and took my pills. My head was throbbing as if I was having a hangover. "It's your head, right?" My mother asked sounding worried.

"Yeah... It was noisy and I forgot to take my pills this morning." I mumbled.

"You know, I told you that you had an appointment this weekend... Well, we have to go tomorrow. It may be better for you." She said quietly, biting her lips in anxiety.

"You know it's just a waste of time, I'll not change my mind. I know what will happen if I agree!" I whispered, looking at her right in the eyes.

"You have to, please honey! It's for your own good." She told me, tears in her eyes.

"I'm fine mom. I don't want to go away. I just don't have time for that." I said, smiling a little.

She sighed, leaving the kitchen. I went slowly in my room. I felt bad for my mother, she didn't deserve that. But she couldn't understand that I was fine. I didn't want to leave for New York or I somewhere else, I wanted to stay here and have a normal life. As much as I could. I knew I'll have to leave sooner or later but I didn't want to. Not now. There were so many things to do here.

I decided to watch TV. There was a movie on about war. While I was watching it, I was wondering, touching my hair. Yep, my hair.

Was I ready to shave my hair? Was I ready to fight? Was it worth it all?

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