Bully Page #2

I don't know.

I don't have any magic.

Just, you know,

and it's a really awful feeling.

How many people in here have,

um, at least one friend?

OK. How many people in here

have two friends?

How many people in here have

more than two friends?

Almost everybody.

People think that I'm different,

I'm not normal.

Most kids don't

want to be around me.

I feel like I...

I belong somewhere else.

You can always count on

something happening

when you're walking down the hall

at school and in the classroom,

after school,

when I'm walking home,

when I'm walking through the parking

lot in the mornings, to school.

I wasn't welcomed at church.

I'm not welcomed

in a lot of people's homes.

I know these guys get called "gay"

just for hanging out with me.

Everybody thinks I'm a lesbian.

Everybody thought

we were lesbians

- right when we started hanging out.

- I'm straight.

- And she's straight.

- I'm straight.

Like I told you,

she's K-gay.

I'm not straight anymore.

We were walking back from lunch

and these guys,

there was probably like six older guys,

driving in their mom's minivan.

They were mostly jocks.

I was gonna find out

what their problem was,

so I kinda walked in the road,

and instead of slowing down

or stopping to talk to me,

they sped up

and I flew onto the windshield.

I couldn't have gotten hit by something

cool, like a Jeep or something.

I had to get hit by a minivan.

Tuttle. Country town.

- What did he say?

- Friday night games.

Football, football

Let's play football!

Defense!

Defense! Defense!

Bible Belt Oklahoma.

Any time someone comes around

that's the least bit different,

they make sure to put 'em down.

This is where I got the most crap.

Playing basketball.

I loved basketball.

But they just told me many times

they don't want to touch me.

It's pretty much on that court

was my worst year ever.

Every time I look at that board,

I know my name

should be up there.

I was told many times I could

have got a scholarship.

I was a cutter.

I've tried to commit suicide

three times.

Once Kelby came out

and the town learned about her,

it was overnight.

We've pretty much been

isolated here.

There are people that we spent...

years with, side by side,

coaching their children...

that will not even wave to us

anymore, won't look at us.

We were sitting in the car one day,

driving down the street

and I looked over at her,

and it was just me and her in the car,

and I said, "Kelby, are you gay?"

And she started crying and saying,

"Don't hate me.

Please don't stop loving me."

She never said yes,

but I could tell by her reaction

that she was

and she was scared to death.

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