'Kay, this is just some story I wrote 'cause I was bored. If a lot of people like it, I'll post more. It not a lot of people like it, then I won't post more.
Please tell me what toi think. In a nice way, though. No mean comments, please. If toi have a problem with it, just say it in a nice way. If toi have a way I could fix it, tell me so I can make it better.
Anyway, here it is! Hope y'all like it.
Oh, just so toi know, it's from Blake's point of view.
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I have a huge secret.
I guess everyone has a secret. For some people, it's their crush. For others, a strange obsession, a passion no one else has. Still others, how much money they have, what's going on with their family, the fact that they still l’amour their teddy bear.
Mine is different from those. Mine is my sexuality.
Yea. I'm gay.
Now, before toi homophobes start freaking out, let me just explain something: being gay is NOT a sin. I didn't choose to be gay. I was born that way. I should know. And anyway, did toi just wake up one jour and decide to be straight?
Besides, even if I did choose to be gay, why is that a sin? I mean, I know it's in the Bible that it's wrong, but the Bible also supports rape and war. Is that okay? Is raping someone okay?
Just think about that. suivant time you're about to call someone a dyke, just think about that.
I figured out I was gay when I was fifteen. First jour of high school. I was hurrying down the hall when I bumped into someone.
We both fell to the ground. I was on my feet in a second, helping them up.
They were a guy, about my age. Thick, blond hair, green eyes, and bright white teeth. I found myself staring at him. He was hot.
I realized what I had just thought and tried to shake it out of my head. It wouldn't go. I still thought he was hot.
"Sorry about that," the boy said. "I wasn't watching where I was going."
"No...you're good," I said. "It was my fault. toi okay?"
"Oh, yea, I'm fine." He held out his hand. "I'm Chance."
"Blake," I said, shaking his hand.
He nodded. "Nice name. Hey, catch ya later. Bye." He turned and took off down the hall.
I watched him go. "I'm gay," I whispered to myself. "That is NOT good. This is not good."
Please tell me what toi think. In a nice way, though. No mean comments, please. If toi have a problem with it, just say it in a nice way. If toi have a way I could fix it, tell me so I can make it better.
Anyway, here it is! Hope y'all like it.
Oh, just so toi know, it's from Blake's point of view.
______________________________________________________________________________
I have a huge secret.
I guess everyone has a secret. For some people, it's their crush. For others, a strange obsession, a passion no one else has. Still others, how much money they have, what's going on with their family, the fact that they still l’amour their teddy bear.
Mine is different from those. Mine is my sexuality.
Yea. I'm gay.
Now, before toi homophobes start freaking out, let me just explain something: being gay is NOT a sin. I didn't choose to be gay. I was born that way. I should know. And anyway, did toi just wake up one jour and decide to be straight?
Besides, even if I did choose to be gay, why is that a sin? I mean, I know it's in the Bible that it's wrong, but the Bible also supports rape and war. Is that okay? Is raping someone okay?
Just think about that. suivant time you're about to call someone a dyke, just think about that.
I figured out I was gay when I was fifteen. First jour of high school. I was hurrying down the hall when I bumped into someone.
We both fell to the ground. I was on my feet in a second, helping them up.
They were a guy, about my age. Thick, blond hair, green eyes, and bright white teeth. I found myself staring at him. He was hot.
I realized what I had just thought and tried to shake it out of my head. It wouldn't go. I still thought he was hot.
"Sorry about that," the boy said. "I wasn't watching where I was going."
"No...you're good," I said. "It was my fault. toi okay?"
"Oh, yea, I'm fine." He held out his hand. "I'm Chance."
"Blake," I said, shaking his hand.
He nodded. "Nice name. Hey, catch ya later. Bye." He turned and took off down the hall.
I watched him go. "I'm gay," I whispered to myself. "That is NOT good. This is not good."
(the irony)
Me: *gasp*
in summer camp
Kowlaksi: no!
there is something
Doris: *screams*
that is most feared
Me: *evil smirk holding a knife*
jelousy
Julien: well...MAURICE! BE MY PROTECTER!
so beware
Joanna: eek!
ou she will come and get you
Kowalski: what kind of logic are toi talking about? hat makes not sense!
In The Death Of Doris The dauphin
Everyone: *scream*
End Of Trailer.
(scary huh? .FT.)
since it says this needs to be longer, aléatoire time!
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:P
Me: *gasp*
in summer camp
Kowlaksi: no!
there is something
Doris: *screams*
that is most feared
Me: *evil smirk holding a knife*
jelousy
Julien: well...MAURICE! BE MY PROTECTER!
so beware
Joanna: eek!
ou she will come and get you
Kowalski: what kind of logic are toi talking about? hat makes not sense!
In The Death Of Doris The dauphin
Everyone: *scream*
End Of Trailer.
(scary huh? .FT.)
since it says this needs to be longer, aléatoire time!
BLABLABLABLABLABLALRHAHGBRAEHrwhrRHBRHJNGRA
kowalksikowlaksikowlaksikowalksikowlaksikowalskikowalksikowalksikowalksi
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaqhahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
:P