No Skirts In School

(A little child abuse in here. Also, Sorry that last chapter was a little short, this is a nice and long one)

(That's what she said)

John's POV

I raced home, as fast as my legs could carry me. I opened the door and tried to sneak in, when I saw my dad sitting on the couch watching me.

"Dad, I can explain." I said, carefully watching his face.

"Good, 'cause you have a lot of fucking explaining to do." He said, and grabbed my arm, dragging me into the kitchen.

He took the cigarette out of his mouth. "I don't understand why you're such a bad kid. I was good at your age! I respected my parents, Had good friends, and actually cut my hair." He said, yanking a strand of my hair.

I was about to cry, but I figured that would make the punishment worse.

"I love you son, but I can't let you disrespect me like that. I don't even know what you were doing, but you disrespected me." He said, and I tried to run away, but he held my arm.

Oh god, he smells like beer again. This can't be good. He burned my arm with his cigarette, and I screamed in pain.

My step-mom stumbled down the stairs, eyes bloodshot. "The fuck is goin' on down here?"

Yes, this is my saving grace. My dad tends to yell and hit me less when people are over.

"John disrespected me, and went out against my wishes." He said, and hid his cigarette behind.

"Jacky!" Her annoying nicknames never seemed to end. She grabbed my arm, but in a more friendly manner.

"To your room! No supper!" She said, and pushed me up to my room.

I mean, yeah, she's a huge stoner but she's still better than my dad. I guess I'll stop by to see Alex tomorrow.

Lafayette's POV

My grandma dropped me off at school, and I proudly strolled inside, wearing my new skirt.

None of the other kids cared, but Principal George The Third stopped me.

"Uh, Gilbert? What exactly are you wearing?" He asked, and crossed his arms.

"A t-shirt and a skirt?" I said, innocently.

"I'm calling your parents! This is gross incompetence to our school dress code! You're a boy, you should dress like one!" He said, and that gathered the attention of everybody in the hallway.

"Please! No! Why can't I wear it? Please" I shouted, pulling on his shirt.

Mr. Washington stepped out of his classroom. "What exactly is going on here?" He yelled, but Principal George ignored him.

"Boys cannot wear skirts, you hear me?" He yelled, and dragged me into his office.

I wish I wasn't a boy.

Alexander's POV

The nurses wheeled me into some room with the label 'QUARANTINED' on it.

"Has he been to a foreign country recently?" Asked a nurse.

"He lived in one, until six months ago... The tests show they have the same condition, but we can't get exactly what. It's not Ebola or Malaria, we know that." Another nurse responded.

Huh. I'm on my deathbed, and the only thing that I'm thinking is that it was really stupid how they made Jefferson become president.

My mom reached over to me, and shakily walked to my bed and held me.

The thing that she was attached to started beeping, and her hand went limp.

Nurses with masks walked in and all I could mutter was "What's happening?"

"Code blue!" Shouted a nurse, and she ran in aswell.

"She's a DNR, can't you read? Do Not Resuscitate!" The doctor screamed.

"How's the kid's vital signs?" Asked a nurse.

"...Holy shit." Said the doctor.

"They're... Normal? Run some more tests, Linda." He said, and somebody sticked a needle in my arm.