I, Austin Jacobs walks through the student filled halls, along with carrying my guitar to my locker. My mind wondered about Cam's and I relationship, it seems all we do lately is arguing about stupid stuff. For instance, last night we got into an argument about who's the better singer Beyonce or Adele, which is Adele. As I opened my locker, someone pokes me on my shoulder so I turn around to see who it was and it's Brianna Meeks, the one person I despise. In the back of my mind, I wanted to inform her about all the things her boyfriend and I do together. After all, her boyfriend, Cameron Malik or Cam for short is on the DL and he's just scared to death, coming out the closet that he's been hiding in. Claiming that, people will hate him for being gay or the football team …show more content…
won't recognize him as their captain anymore is just absurd to me. For months, I've been trying to get Cam to come out the closet, yet every time I try he just shrugs it off. Like how long does he think, he can pretend he's straight? Sooner or later he's gonna have to come out if, he wants to spend the rest of his life with me and that's a pretty big IF. "Hi Austin," Brianna said, waving at me. "H-hi" I replied back. Unfortunately, Brianna thinks me and her are friends since she's dating Cameron which so happens to be my friend. Just to clear the air, me and her are not friends! I just didn't like her since she started dating my Cam which makes upset each time we talk. "Have you seen Cameron?" I asked. "He's talking to one of his teachers, at the moment. Do you need something from him?" I looked down at my white sneakers while trying to find the right words. It's always uncomfortable talking to Brianna because of the fact we share something well someone for that matter. Unable to find the words I was searching for, I just remained quiet while leaning against my locker while Brianna, on the other hand, just shrugs and walks away. Yeah that's right keep walking I sighed at the cracked mirror hanging on the white painted wall. Somehow it reminded me of my relationship with Cameron, you can fix it when it's broke but you can still see the cracks in the reflection. "Yo Austin, did I just see you talk to Brianna?" Danny asked while walking over to me.
"Yes, may I remind you that I have no interest in girls, now guys turn me on" "Whatever. Anyways, I came over to ask you if you're still participating in Open Mic Night" Open Mic Night is a night where students like myself, showcase off their talents like singing, dancing, and even poetry writing. Truthfully I signed up but I couldn't sing yet people say otherwise. Whenever someone complimented me about my singing beside I always thought I was horrible at singing. For instance, I remember one time, where I was singing in the shower and my mom gave me a hundred dollars to shut up, therefore, I thought I couldn't sing. Turns she was just cranky that day, you know that time of the month. "Yeah, but we should go the guitar club before we're late....AGAIN" Danny smiled, as we begin to walk the hall, heading to our guitar club. The only reason I joined the club was to get away from being lonely all cooped up in the house since Mom and Dad are hardly ever there due to our family business. So, therefore why not do something productive with my extra time and not sit around waiting for my parents to come
home. In the meantime, we passed by a poster of Cam yet I didn't pay attention to it since Danny kept blabbing on about Open Mic Night and how he's gonna shut it down. Knowing Danny, he might perform some heavy metal along with that electronic guitar of his. If he does, I swear he'll bust my eardrum this time. My phone buzzed in my pocket so I reached for it with a text message from Cam. I stopped everything debating whether should I reply or ignore it for now. I told Danny to go ahead without me which he did so. I opened the text message, reading it several times before replying back. Cam s like my saving grace and I can see his halo, yet I think I found some inspiration for my song.
When I first asked her if she saw coming out as a political statement she didn’t she to understand but after explaining to her she agreed saying that “ you have ...
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