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[CALEN ALEXANDER CHEVALIER]

And through it all, how could you cry for me?

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He had to get away before he broke down. It was killing him. He was around too many people and it was stressing the poor boy out. He had his arms wrapped around his side, trying his best to keep from going into a shaking fit. everyone was treating him like he was a freak, but then again, wasn't every one here? He couldn't barely talk to a new person, he was over emotional, and he was rather girlish. Being gay was not accepted in a lot of places. But Calen wasn't going to be a conformist just because he wanted acceptance. But it was something he longed for. He wanted to more than anything.... Well, almost more than anything. Number one was love. He had never been loved...ever. well, by his foster parents, yes. But they were not the most gentle people in the whole wide world. They could be mean when ever they wanted to be, but they never hurt Calen like his old home. But, they didn't love him as they would their own child.

Tugging at his black band shirt that had risen up on his stomach, he pulled it down. His hands were stuck in the front pockets of the gray jeans as he walked out of the building. A sigh a relief escaped his lips as he walked. It was better out here. yes, must less congested. He could finally breathe and not have to worry about being around people. Yes, it was a silly fear, but it was a legit fear to him. The stuff he had grown up with scared him half to death and he was scared that he would never get over it. His steps were slow, but he wanted to go faster, just to get away. Hopefully no one would follow him out here. People had been known to do that and just make fun of him. And you wonder why he hated humanity so much?

his baby blue eyes darted back and forth, back and forth, over and over again. He was looking for any potential danger around him. A soft breeze blew, making him shiver a bit, but not for long. The courtyard was in view and a smile crept upon his lips. It wasn't that big of a smile, being he never wanted to show his braces. He hated them. Even if no one was around, he never smiled enough to show the red track that ran on his teeth. There was a stone bench in the courtyard that he saw. Slowly, he walked up to it and slightly kicked his foot up against it for no real reason, really. He slowly turned around and sat on it.

Ah, peace. Yes, that was quite nice. He loved the quietness of this place. It was one of the less crowded places in this school. He loved it so much. It was his escape for everything. somewhere where he could laugh or cry, but mostly cry. he never wanted to be emotional in front of people, but the tears wouldn't hold back. It was like trying to stop a raging tide. It was never fun for the black haired boy.

...Speaking of black hair.... Calen's mind was on the fact that he needed to dye his hair again. He hated it's normal reddish- brown color that he was born with. It was normal hair for someone that was from France. But Calen hated it. Well, that could be the fact that he hated France, too. It was nothing like the movies, well where we was from. People always expected him to be from Paris.... When it reality, he had never been to the place in his life. This was the only place he had been besides his home town of Lorraine, France.

He suddenly felt a bit light headed. It was probably beside his blood sugar was un stable. If the diabetic didn't eat all day, it would drop really low, and if he had too much sugar, it would spike real high. Oh how he hated the medical condition that the doctors had labeled him with. The dog tags around his neck always reminded him that he wasn't like normal people. Why? Well, he had to wear them because of his diabetes. They had his named and all of his info on it, just in case anything was to happen, people would know he had diabetes.

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Outfit: Click here!
Tagged: Open!
Lyrics: Sleep - My Chemical Romance
Notes: Sorry! It will get better! I promise!

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