A, B, and C

Bryan-
"What?" Mrs. Burner told me to see her after class. "Uh, Bryan. I know you're different, and people make fun of you. That's why I want you to be in this club. I'm going to ask two other boys. I think you guys should be friends, and all that stuff. It might help you.. since you're dealing with a lot." I sighed. "Fine, but if you think this is going to help me, it's not." I walked out. My difference? I have ADHD.

Chris-
"Okay, whatever. I don't care." I said. Mrs. Burner said I have to join this retarded club. Oh you already know? Do you know why? Wow, you know? Well, do you know my difference? No... oh I kinda murdered someone... last year, I did.. in fact. I had to take classes to stop what I did. And, I just came back from all these classes yesterday, and everyone calls me CHRIS THE CILLER. Yeah, spelled with a C.

Alex-
I walked into the class. Mrs. Burner said, "Hey Alex. Sit down." I looked at her. Okay, so I was the only one in the class, which I didn't expect. Let me explain. This morning, Mrs. Burner told me to talk to her afterschool.. So, I came. And that's what's happening right now. Mrs. Burner continued, "Alex, you're very smart and all, but you're different." I glared at her. I hear this so many times. "...and because you're different, everyone makes fun of you..." Mrs. Burner continued. "That's why I want you to join this club. I already asked two other boys. They are all different, and I think you guys should become friends, study together, have fun. This will help you with your grades, having a friendship, and more." I thought about it. "Okay.. whatever." And you want to know how I'm different? I'm gay.

Bryan-
I was excited. Probably because I never made friends. I walked into the "haunted" room. Well, it's not really haunted. People just say that because no one goes there besides the janitor. This is where all our club meetings will take place. Once this guy came in, I asked him, "What's your name?" I didn't seem to be jumping and exploding all around the place like I usually do. My pills were working. He said, "Chris." And I knew what that name meant. So, I asked, "Chris the Ciller?" And he had got mad. "Yeah." I replied, "Sorry." And he just looked away. Another guy came in.

Chris-
"What's the point of this? Because we're different? We're all human beings! This isn't going to make me any happier, being called different. Mrs. Burner the wacko." I said. I was mad. This whole thing was because I'm different? We're all human beings! Okay, maybe I already said that. So, this guy named Alex came in. "Hey..." But Alex didn't reply. I looked at him... he was the gay dude. "We need a name for this little 'club'." So Bryan suggests the Friendship club. And Alex and I were like, "No way! Are you crazy?" And Alex points out our initals are A,B,C. So we're called ABC Club. Heh.

Alex-
The ABC club. I got to admit that was a good name. I told them, "Well, Mrs. Burner gave me a piece of paper for what to discuss." We had like a hour left of club time. The paper said "Meeting #1: Talk about your differences". So I said, "I'm gay. And proud. But all these straight as--" And Chris shut me up. "I'm the killer. Or, should I say C-I-L-L-E-R?" Bryan said, "I have ADHD. I'm very hyper." I asked, "But, then why are you not like exploding." And he replied, "Because my pill works, okay?"

Bryan-
"This is boring." I said. "Well, we should talk about our 'differences'. I have no difference. I'm a human being." So, Alex said, "Then I guess we're done." But I said, (because I wanted to become friends, you know?) "I think Mrs. Burner meant to discuss what we're made fun of.... like talk about it. Well, they call me the Fizz, Asteroid, or the Rocket. I got it from my dad, I guess. I'm so hyper, I can't control it. You might think it's pretty easy to just stop and sit down. But, it's not. Well, for me. And these bullies aren't making it better. What IS the point of bullying? For pleasure? Gross. Enjoying people's suffering is not a good thing."

Chris-
Bryan was right. So, he was a bit dumb because he went back some grades. But who cares? I might like this guy. I replied, "I agree. Nice point. Well, I'm the killer.. I use to take drugs and--" I saw Alex flinch. "What?" And he replied, "My mom died... because she took cocaine." And I replied, "I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to--" "It's okay." So, I went on. "Well, I got high, and don't worry, don't take drugs anymore. Saw the effect, didn't want that to happen... so, when I got high I killed someone. And, now everyone hates me. I joke about it.. and..." I didn't want to admit it hurt me like Bryan did. 'Cause Bryan trusts everyone around him. I don't. And, because he's kinda cuckoo.

Alex-
So, I just said, "I'm gay. Everyone hates me end of story." And Bryan and Chris said, oddly, at the same time, "We don't hate you." And that's when I decided they should be my friends.

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Cool story? I think it's offensive to call them different because of those reasons.

Mrs. Burner called them different. >.<

And, I wrote about this whole "different issue" on my next part.

Added new part =)

Cool. No girls?

eww. girls aren't like that. they're harder to write about.