The Academy in the Forest By: Chuck S
This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real places or persons is simply a coincidence. The following story will contain gay relationships and sex. If it is illegal for you to view this, or you are not of age, please stop here.
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Chapter 1 – The Big Move
"Timothy, why aren't you in class young man?" Mr. Tovar asked with a stern look on his face after following me into the restroom. What he hadn't seen were the tears streaking down my face as I raced to find somewhere to hide and pull myself together. I should have been in class as the tardy bell had rung about five minutes or so ago, but after what had just happened, I couldn't face going to a classroom full of other kids.
Mr. Tovar wasn't one of my teachers, but unfortunately every teacher in this school knows who I am because my dad is a teacher here as well, which can be both a good thing and a bad thing. If I ever got into trouble, my parent was just a hallway or two away, no need for a phone call. I try my best to lay low and stay out of trouble, but trouble has a way of finding me.
Maybe I should tell you a little bit about myself. My name is Tim, which is short for Timothy as Mr. Tovar was only so happy to point out. I don't know about you, but I don't know many kids that go by a name as long as Timothy after about the age of eight. I am fifteen years old, and a sophomore in a small high school in Virginia. If I had to describe myself, I would say that I am more of a nerdy type, and a bit of a loaner. I'm 5'4" tall, making me just short of average for my age. I have dark brown hair that as it gets longer really starts to curl, and becomes impossible to do much of anything with. There are a few freckles dotting my face here and there. I have hazel eyes that change color. One day they may be a golden brown with a small ring of green on the outside, other days they could be the deepest shade of green. Girls always told me that I had pretty eyes. Which bring me to the next thing, I'm gay. Not openly, but being a bit on the scrawny side and being a loner will get you made fun of, and that seems to happen to me a lot. I'm on the thinner side, but have decent pecks, and the start of a six pack. I certainly wouldn't call myself a jock though. Most of the time if someone calls me a fag I can brush it off, and its no big deal, but what happened today was different.
I turned to face Mr. Tovar when he saw that I was crying. The stern look on his face vanished instantly and was replaced with one of concern.
"What happened Tim?" he asked. I shook my head no, trying hard not to cry any more than I was. "Okay, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to. Why don't we go to the office where you can sit down and be more comfortable than trying to hide in the restroom okay?"
I nodded and followed him out of the restroom and to the office. He lead me in to the conference room and closed the door. I sat down on one of the chairs at the large oval table. Despite being upset, I couldn't help but notice that the chair was lumpy and rather uncomfortable. How could anyone sit through an hour long meeting in a chair like this I wondered. Mr. Tovar closed the door behind him and sat next to me at the table in silence. It had only been a couple of minutes when the door opened again, and my dad walked in.
"Tim, what happened? Are you okay?" he asked.
I sniffed a bit and told him "I'll be fine" still trying not to cry. I think he could tell because he sat next to me on the side opposite Mr. Tovar. As my dad sat down, Mr. Tovar explained where he had found me then stood and left the room, leaving us alone.
"Okay, we both know that I wont leave until I find out what's going on. The secretary called me out of class saying that Mr. Tovar had brought you in and that you looked upset. Please tell me what's wrong."
"Just some bullies dad, that's all."
I tried to tell him as little as possible because I know how he reacts to this sort of thing. The look on his face told me that he wasn't buying it and that I'd have to tell him the whole story.
"At lunch, I was sitting against the wall eating by myself. Some guys walked by and called me a faggot. Then as I got up to throw my trash away before heading to class, the same guys came up and pulled my pants down, but they pulled my boxers down to, in front of everyone. They laughed and called me a fag, and everyone around me was laughing and pointing at me. I started crying which only made it worse, so I ran away to the restroom to hide, where Mr. Tovar found me."
I finished telling him the story, and tears began to flow freely down my face again.
My father frowned as I told him the story. While I know that I'm gay, I haven't told my parents or anyone for that matter yet. I try my best not to do anything to be labeled as gay, though in the locker room during PE I do sneak a few peaks.
"Tim, I know that you get made fun of here on a daily basis, but this is the third time so far this month that something more than name calling has happened where I have had to come see you here. I can tell that you aren't happy. Your mother and I have discussed the fact that you are being bullied and made fun of here at length and have decided that its time we did something about it. I have applied for a teaching position at a prestigious school in Oregon. It is an all boys school, and they have absolutely zero tolerance for bullying there. They offered me a position, and I would be making more money there, and as a perk, tuition for you is free. I know that this is a lot to take in but we think it is what will be best. Your mother was able to find a job at a local Dr.'s office near the school. Since she is an RN and they are in high demand, it was no problem for her to find a place."
I was in shock! This wasn't a change, this was uprooting everything I had known and moving all the way across the country to an all boys school. Boys are the ones who make fun of me, where girls seem to care less. On top of that, my parents had this all planned and hadn't mentioned a word of it to me until now. I may be a loaner, but I did have a few good friends that I cared about and wouldn't want to leave behind. My mind was racing a mile a minute and I just didn't know what to say to this news. Since I didn't say anything, my dad would.
"I know this is sudden. Your mother and I were going to tell you next week about the move, but given the circumstances, I felt it was time to make some changes. Another thing about this school, is that it is a boarding school. You will have to live in the dorms, you can see me every day, and come home on the weekends if you want. I would have given you the option to board or stay at home since it will be close to the school, but the school requires the students to stay in the dorms."
As he finished telling me more about the school, I felt that it had gone from bad to worse. Not only were we moving, but I would have to live at school. I stood, and walked to the window and stared outside. It was the middle of the semester, so moving to a new school would be more awkward than normal. While I didn't enjoy the name calling and bullying, I had to admit that the thought of a new start was appealing. My dad stood and walked up to me, placing his hand on my shoulder.
"Tim, I'm sorry that we didn't talk to you about this before making the decision to move. You will just have to trust that we are doing what we think is best for you. We love you and want you to know that nothing would change that. If there is anything you ever want to tell us, please know that we are happy to listen, and will support you in anything you want to do." He finished by giving my shoulder a slight squeeze. I turned to look at him, then gave him a hug. It sounded like he was hinting at something to me, but no way was I ready to come out to my parents.
"Dad, I know you care about me and want what's best for me, but moving that far away from my friends and everything I've known here won't be easy."
"I know that Tim, but with today's technology you can text them, and even video chat with them in your spare time. I have a feeling though, that you will love this new school, and be able to make many new friends there. Today will be your last day at school here, we have a week to get packed and be on the road. Feel free to spend time with your friends and tell them goodbye before we go. I know moving isn't easy, especially at your age, but please trust us."
"I do trust you Dad." I said with a tear in my eye. I had finally stopped crying. Are all boys this emotional or just the gay ones? We left the office, my dad having signed me out of school for the day, and arranging a substitute for himself. We arrived at home to find my mom waiting. Apparently she had been filled in on the events of the day and gave me a big hug as we walked up. Being the teen that I am, I complained that someone might see her hugging me in the front yard, and that was not cool! She just released me and laughed.
The next week was spent packing mostly, with a few goodbyes thrown in for my friends. Finally the morning of the move arrived and a big moving truck showed up with two big burly looking guys who loaded up our furniture and belongings. I hopped into my dad's car, a newer Toyota Corolla, while my mom got into her Ford Expedition. We drove off, heading for the interstate. I couldn't help but shed a couple tears knowing what I was leaving behind. I sighed and settled in for the trip ahead of us.
End of chapter 1.
Thanks for reading! I know there wasn't any sex in this chapter, but it will come soon. Once again, please feel free to send comments and suggestions to ascouter4@gmail.com