.:The Other Side:. Part 15More Like This
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M O R N I N G came fast; fog hovered over huge gaping trees as the orange sun rose behind the hotel. Zak was shivering with his baggy hoodie on; he covered his face with gloves whenever he could. Nick tossed suitcases to him frantically, and Zak packed them into the GAC van. Their tiny silhouettes formed a small assembly line, passing luggage to luggage.
Zak wiped his brow and gazed toward the sun. He winced at the sight of the big burning bulb; Nick smiled and shut the trunk.
"Time to head out," Nick said.
Faggot.Be a man. Grow a pair. Why don't you put your dolls down for a second and try out for a sport? Ralph never recalled his father having much support of the decisions Ralph chose to make. Even in kindergarten, his drawings either had too much pink, or had too many ponies and not enough robots. By the time he turned eight, his father had him in soccer, football, basketball, baseball, and what ever sport he could sign him up for. Ralph hated sports from the first time he had to buy those ugly cleats for soccer and football.More Like This
Ralph remembers the first words his father said to him after he tried out for football in the sixth grade: "That kid behind you sure was a scrawny faggot, wasn't he?"
Faggot. Ralph drilled the word into his brain. Even at a young age, he knew that word probably didn't have a good reason for coming out of his father's mouth.
"What's that mean, Dad?" Ralph asked