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An Introduction to Queer (A QC Story)
Yes, yes, I know. I suck at titles.
The Queer Crowd stories follow a group of high school misfits, dealing with issues such as homosexuality and sadomasochism. Other stories in the series are: Quote:
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Seattle, Washington “Jeffery Mayor.” Most of the students zoned out as Mr. Ferrari’s voice droned on, calling role. “Catherine O’Neal.” Some chattered among themselves, excited about their first day of high school. “Jennifer Rain.” Mr. Ferrari ignored them, used to the early year enthusiasm. It would be gone in a couple of weeks. “Anthony Reno.” “Please, call me Tony. That’s with a Y.” Heads turned at the high-pitched voice. “Tony” sat straight up with a daintily raised hand. Once the teacher had acknowledged her, she straightened her jean skirt and folded her hands on her lap. As the role call continued, the other students studied her blonde hair, which flipped outwards at her shoulders, her chest, at which one could imagine the slightest of busts, and her stocking-covered, crossed legs. “That’s a girl, right?” one student asked. “Yeah,” replied another hesitantly. “It has to be.” “By the end of class, the students had convinced themselves that, despite the odd name, their new classmate was definitely female. While they filed out, discussing the upcoming school year, Mr. Ferrari called Tony to the desk. “Yes, sir?” Tony asked pleasantly. “You’re Allan West’s little friend, aren’t you?” the teacher asked. “Allan?” she repeated uncertainly. “I’m sorry,” he replied, folding his arms on the desk. “I meant Alana.” “Oh, yes!” Tony squealed. “She’s my bestest friend.” “Uh huh. I’d appreciate it if you came dressed normally for the rest of the school year. I’ve already had to deal with Alana as a part-time student. I don’t need an Antoinette distracting my students this year.” “Tony,” she corrected with a confused smile. “You can go now.” As Tony gathered her stuff, a tan face poked into the classroom. Her long, dark hair hung crookedly, and her clothes fit awkwardly, but her make-up was perfect. “Hi Mr. Ferrari,” she called. “I was just looking for… Oh!” she exclaimed, spotting Tony. “There you are. What’s taking you so long?” “Hello, Alana,” Mr. Ferrari replied. “Tony and I were just discussing appropriate dress for class.” “Oh?” Alana examined Tony through slit eyes. “Is her skirt too short? It looks knee length to me.” “Try not to corrupt the freshman,” he responded with a wry smile. “I hope your teachers this year are understanding.” “I’m ready to go,” Tony whispered, standing by Alana in the doorway. “Okay,” Alana whispered back. Then, waving to Mr. Ferrari, she said, “None could be as good as you, sir. I’ll see you around.” Mr. Ferrari shook his head as she flipped around and skipped out the door. “I’m sure you will.” ¬¬__ “We’re going to be late.” Tony giggled as they rushed through the crowded halls. “We’ve still got a few minutes,” Alana replied. “Besides, it’s your first day. They expect freshman to be.. Hey, Anthony!” She tried to get the attention of a boy wondering slowly down the hall, studying a sheet of paper. “Is that your schedule? I can show you where you need to go.” “Thanks, Allan. I’ve got it.” He folded the paper to put in his pocket and looked over at them. “What are you wearing?” Spotting Tony, standing slightly behind Allan, he added, “And you’ve got Tony in drag too? Oh, God.” He covered his face with a hand. “What are you talking about?” Alana asked innocently. “Give it a break, Allan,” he mumbled through his fingers. “I’ve known you guys for eight years. It’s not like I don’t recognize you.” Alana pouted. “You’re a meanie.” “What’s going on over here?” A girl with green hair gelled into downward pointing spikes walked up, examining the group. “Hey, Cami,” Alana said, immediately brightening. “We’re humiliating Anthony.” “That’s too easy to be fun,” she replied flippantly. “What’s with the girl getups?” Alana put her hands on Tony’s shoulders and pushed her forward. “It’s Tony’s first official day as a gay man. We’re having a coming out party.” “Oh, yeah,” Cami said, leaning back with her hands on her hips. “I remember yours. Except, I recall you wearing a pink mini-skirt. Never do that again.” “I tried to get her to wear one,” Alana replied seriously. “She wouldn’t go for it.” “It didn’t fit me right,” Tony said, blushing. “We could have bought you one that did.” “Oh, look,” a senior boy in a group across the hallway observed loudly. “The queer crowd has two new members.” “Do you want me to beat you up?” Cami yelled back. “Cause I will.” “Go to hell, bitch.” His group moved on, laughing among themselves. “The queer crowd?” Anthony repeated. “Is he including me in this?” “I’ve actually always liked that label,” Alana commented. “Oh, God.” He covered his face again. “If my mom…” “Your parents won’t hear anything,” Alana said, putting an arm around him. “How would they?” Reaching into her backpack, she handed a small camera to Cami. “Hey, take a picture of us!” “Allan!” “Come on Tony.” Alana pulled her over, and the two of them hugged Anthony’s neck from opposite sides. As Cami raised the camera, Anthony sighed. By the time it flashed, he had his arms each around one of the girls and a haughty grin on his face. “Cool,” Cami said. “I’m totally using this as blackmail.” Anthony groaned, his guise falling with the camera. “Give me my camera,” Alana said, holding out her hand. “Yeah, sure,” Cami replied, tossing it in her general direction. “I need to get to class anyway.” “Hey!” Alana barely caught the gadget, and held it to her like precious jewelry. “Be careful.” “It’s not like it’s that nice of a camera,” Cami called back to him dismissively, already halfway down the quickly emptying hallway. “Well, maybe yeah,” Alana yelled after her. “But it’s the only one I have.” She put it carefully back in her bag, ignoring the bell as it rang. “You guys are late.” “Yeah, well so are you,” Alana muttered, looking up at Regal. The sophomore smirked back at him. “True enough.” Looking at Anthony, he asked, “Don’t you have Mrs. Keaton’s class next?” “Yeah,” Anthony said, separating himself from the two girls. “Come on. I’ll take you.” He continued down the hallway without waiting for a response. “Bye-bye, Alana.” “See, he knows my name,” Alana said, motioning to the retreating figure. “I’ll see you guys later.” Anthony waved, then chased after Regal. “Now, we’re late,” Tony said, giggling. “Yeah, okay. Let’s go.” ¬¬__ As Anthony caught up to him, Regal asked, “How’s your first day going?” Anthony groaned. “I’ve already been labeled as a member of the ‘queer crowd.’” “Yeah, they called Allan, Cami, and me that last year.” Anthony glanced at him. “Not much of a crowd.” “Well, the minds of idiots.” He shrugged. “You’ll learn to ignore it.” Stopping in front of a door, he said, “This is your class. We still playing basketball later?” “Yeah. I’ll meet up with you after school.” “Okay. Later.” ¬ Lindale, Missouri ‘Oh, he is hot,’ Damien thought, watching a freshman walk past. Not many people managed to stand out in the school uniform, but he… Damien immediately stopped his thoughts there. “What is wrong with me?” he muttered, turning back to the lockers. “What?” Charlie asked distractedly, wondering how his locker was already that messy on the first day of school. “Nothing. Talking to myself.” He looked down at where his best friend was crouched. “Are you done yet?” “Yeah…” Charlie looked through the papers scattered at the bottom of his locker once more before shutting the door. “Let’s go. We’re going to be late to Morning Prayer.” |
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