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Okay, time for the regular disclaimer: This is a story of mature themes (at some points at least). This may include some sexual acts. Be advised that if you're not 18 or older, (or whatever it is where you live), you shouldn't be reading. But if you defy this, it ain't my fault.
Well, welcome to my first attempt at internet fiction. This is the main branch of this story, following Kel. There are future plans to expand this story to talk about other characters, but for now Kel is the narrator. This story really isn't designed to be an literary orgy, more a story of relationships, friends, and dreams. The chapters may seem a bit on the short side as of yet, but that's because I'm still new to actually writing down my story ideas. I'm open to any comments.
The place this story takes place is a fictional town in Central New Jersey. There will be references to other areas that happen to be real places.
If you are offended by the opinions expressed in this story, just remember they are those of the characters, and do not necessarily reflect those of their creator (ME).
Introductions are always the hardest for me. I love to write, but I just find getting started to be difficult. That's just about how everything works for me. I'm never do anything new, I'm not the one on the "edge," and I simply don't care too much about stuff like that.
I guess the best way to start is to tell about myself. My name is Kelley Brian Hutchinson. Kelley's a funny name for a guy, no? Of course, but there's a crazy story involved. Back when I was in the womb, the doctors thought I was a girl. I had a grandmother who was dying who asked my folks to name me Kelley. In fact, she even put it in her will. Seriously, I would have contested, since there's no way in hell she wrote something like that unless she was heavily medicated. Anyway, my parents got a surprise when their baby had stuff dangling between its legs. By this point my grandma had passed away, so the will was in effect, and my fate was sealed. I can't be called Brian, since that's my dad's name, so we just shortened it to Kel.
I just got this journal for my 16th birthday from my sister Sarah. We are very close and great friends. This isn't bullshit either. Our family is pretty close, but the kids are pretty much in age cliques. Sarah is 17, so we stay pretty close. We have older brothers who are 25 and 27, pretty much settled into adult lives. Then there's our little sisters, the "pleasant surprise" twins. That's how my mom calls it; she's quite the optimist. To me they're terrors. The also tipped the scales in the house towards the female side too. This had made a great relationship with my dad though. Since his other boys are long since out of the nest, I'm his only link to Hutchinson testosterone.
I come from Buckdale, New Jersey. Buckdale is your typical suburban town. It's one of the newer towns in the area, so it's still being developed. It's best described as a town mixed with housing communities, forests and farmlands. There's just enough there to keep it from being boring. Of course, living in Central New Jersey does have all sorts of advantages. There's always Philly, NYC, or the Shore if you're bored. Okay, I'm starting to sound like a tourism board, so I think I'm done talking about Buckdale for now. My friends would describe me as a quiet individual. I don't like to bring attention to myself. That's probably why I only have two close friends. First, there's Sarah, and then there's Drew. Drew lived next door since we were both babies, and we've been friends as long as I can remember. His family moved across town a few years ago, but we still go to the same school. If I had to describe them better, Sarah would be my confidant, Drew my partner in crime. Drew and I do all sorts of stuff together; we joke around, play video games, and just simply hang out. Sarah is someone I can trust with just about anything. She's a compassionate person, and helps me out like a good sister would.
There is one major secret I have entrusted her with. I came out to her about 9 months ago as gay. It wasn't exactly an obvious thing. I dismissed everything in middle school with simply trying to figure out my growing body. You know, judging and comparing 'size' and the like. It wasn't until freshman year when I developed crush on a guy. It was Jeff Carlyle, the captain of the soccer team. He was in my computer class, the kind freshman are forced to take by parents to help develop skills and seniors take for easy grades. I was very subtle about it, as I was totally afraid he would beat me to a bloody pulp if he found out. But don't think I don't like girls. I just feel more gay at this moment.
I hope that this will help me with my writing. Since I'm introverted, it's easier for me to express my feelings to a piece of paper than a person, even someone like Sarah. There's just some things I don't want to tell people. Hopefully, this will become the testament of my life.