"Speak of the devil" I heard Sandy say as I walked into the teacher's lounging area, her and Michael turned to look at me as I made my way to the coffee machine. "I presume I'm the topic" I said preparing myself a cup of coffee. "Yes you are my dear, doing anything tonight?" She said lazily holding her cup in the air, leaning on the counter. "Michael and I...
CHAPTER 1 Kyle Sinclair, the main character -- let us call him the hero -- of this story, is a Chicagoan; active, young, muscular, sexually superbly equipped and totally gay. Kyle comes from a working class family living in the western suburbs of the city and has never paid much attention to learning anything at school, which, when he was eighteen he left r...
My stomach was churning and a headache was starting to form just above my eyes. Nearly 20 years later, that building still gave me fits of trepidation: Bradford James High School; home of the Fighting Navajos. Of course, here's a tip for the people that name schools and figure out the mascot names: think like a high school kid. Going to school at Bradford...
I: New Beginnings The gentle river filled the air with a soft "hushing" sound as it flowed over the smooth rocks. The water was cool, not unusual for this brisk autumn day. Jun dipped his hand into it, letting the water caress his pale skin. He often came here alone, especially if he needed to think, or escape the harsh troubles of reality. The serene setti...
Author's note: This is based on a dream I had when I was 16, but decided on a boarding school where the characters in this are 18 (my age) so it isn't underage. Just to clear that up. And this didn't actually happen, but it is based on a person (not their real name). I hope you enjoy this and don't get bored because of this note... * Sitting in the back o...
MR Brown was tidying up the University gym dressing room when he found the phone, it wasn't unusual for one of his pupils to drop their phone, he pressed the button, there was no lock on it. "Careless" Mr. Brown muttered to himself. He went through the contact list briefly but it did not identify the owner, he clicked on the facebook app but there was no s...
"Class dismissed." I shot up out of my desk, grabbing my binder and pencil. I was the first out of the room. Finally science class was over. Our teacher, Mr. Raed, was hated by us all. He made calculating formulas torture. My best friend, James, joined me. "Thank God!" he sighed in relief as we got into the hallway. "I thought the bell would never ring."...
The clock seemed to take forever to make a move and hit the bell. Finally, after long 45 minutes of torture of Mr. Thompson's lecture I was able to live again. He was my math teacher since I was in 7th grade (now I'm a senior). And his classes weren't funny like Mr. Robins, my biology teacher. To tell the truth, I never paid any attention to any of the biolo...
Chapter 12: Professor Morris's Tutoring Session Since I was so weak from the intense movie session that happened. Quinn picked me up and carried me back to my room on my bed. I would have been blown away at his action but I was too drunk tired to even notice it. After we finished the movie I got my first sample of Vodka. Quinn made me drink it, even though...
Authors note: If you're looking for a story to get off to you're probably in the wrong place. I'm starting by building up the characters and seeing where I want it to go. Hope you enjoy it! ******** "Good morning and welcome back everyone." My Homeroom teacher Mr. Kelber put down a stack of papers on his desk, I assumed it was our schedules. "You've been...