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When my friend Chase wouldn't answer his phone after the third time I called him, I knew something was wrong.
My name is Aaron Hughes and I'm 15 years old, with sandy brown hair and brown eyes. I have a slender build with a four pack and am completely hairless. I like this best about myself.
I ran out the front door, yelling at my mom that I was going out for bit and she told me to be back by dinner.
I hopped on my skateboard and started off towards Chase's house.
When I got there, I saw Chase was sitting on the curb in front of his house with his head in his hands.
I got off my skateboard and kicked it up until I caught it in my right hand. I carried it over to where he was and I put my hand on his shoulder.
He shrugged away from me. "What's wrong Chase?" I asked him.
He looked up at me, his eyes were bloodshot and he had tears still rolling down his cheeks.
"My mom kicked me out", he replied back to me. "We had a big fight."
"About what?" I asked him.
"I told her I was gay." She started screaming at me and said, "I will not have a faggot living under my roof."
She also started kicking and hitting me and threw me out of the house.
He was now holding his side and winced a little in pain.
"Had I heard him right?" I thought to myself.
"You hate me too, don't you?" Chase asked.
"No, I don't hate you. You're my best friend."
A look of relief started to come over his face and a crooked smile shone on him.
Just then, the door to his house came open and his mother yelled something incoherent.
She also began to throw his stuff on the front lawn and said, "You should have you're faggot boyfriend help you pick up your stuff and get it out of my yard!"
That's the end of Chapter 1. Again any comments or suggestions are can be sent to a.saxon1122@gmail.com