Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : YoungAdult

November 18th, 2035.

I thought I was normal. I was normal...sort of. Was I normal? See, this is what self doubt does to you. I guess I wasn’t normal, but now I’ll stop the secrecy and tell you all why.

Okay, my name is Marshall. I’m fourteen and I’m dead. Yea, shocker. I’m dead. I don’t normally talk about it but I guess I’m only writing it so it’s fine. Oh one last thing; I’m gay. That’s what my story’s all about. Enough rambling or I’ll run out of paper, story time.

When I was little I was a regular kid. I ate bugs, messed about in dirt, all that stuff kids do. But it all changed when I started school. I knew when everyone would talk about their “crushes” that I was different. I never had a crush, never a girl. Every time I was asked excitedly, “Oh Marshall who’s YOUR crush?!?” I would always reply with “I don’t have a crush.” Now let me tell you, in school if you don’t have a crush that’s considered completely absurd and you’re now that one dude who hates everything and everyone. And from firsthand experience that isn’t fun. I was suddenly the subject of all gossip, people whispering crude words wherever I went. I didn’t enjoy this one bit. So I did what any nine year old in this situation does: I went to my mum. She was supportive buuut I hadn’t told her about the ‘not liking girls’ thing. I thought she’d disown me and boy I wasn’t far off what she actually did. 

[to be continued]