Chapter 2: The Teen Of New York
                        November 17, 2016

It has been more than two years since the two scientists found the presumable star. Since then the world has marveled from higher than normal technology in matter of years that surpass the normal technological growth on the planet earth. People have become more self dependent, technology itself has started to build itself with ease in factories, almost like its alive at times.

The most interesting innovation of the new age is the new building down the street of the populated New York City. The NetherStar Project they are calling it. Why? Nobody knows, that not involved with the government that is.

This is where the story of a young boy, if you could call him a boy. He is a modest teenager, living a normal ordinary life. If you can call it ordinary.

With the new age of technology, the steps the ordinary bully takes will now grow in size, and the bully victims suffer more and more every year. There is even one case back in 2014, when a young teen that goes by the name of Charlie, discovered and figured out what tactics the bullies have planned out against him.

That teenager was me. Little old me back then was only 14, becoming a full grown teenager back then was harder than you think for the modest years of the new age.

That's when he woke up.

The teen gasped his head being shoved roughly into the desk. The class snickered and stared at the board, the teacher rolling his eyes.

"Class, you know not to make fun of the new student" the class gave off a low chuckle, almost as if the world was turning against him.

"Retard" a male smirked, he was being watched by his fellow classmates, whom loved the attention.

The air as thick, full of anticipation as the teacher growled, One filled with anger, "did you not hear Alex".

The class went silent as Charlie held his head down low, inspecting his worn down shoes converse.

"Yes teacher I have" he stared at Charlie a climbing smirk now inching up his bony face.

"Alex leave immediately", the class gasped as the teacher was now at the door, his hands gripping the knob.
"Why!" He whined as the teachers patience slowly regressed. "I do not have the time for your games".

Charlie finally managed to gain enough courage to actually lift his head up to see the class staring.

At least he had attention.

Attention that he didn't need, nor want.

Something that is going to bring forth all the courage he can muster just to stop himself from balling out. Feeling the tears already slipping down his cheeks.

"Awe the baby is crying" the class then started to laugh, the teacher out of the room at the moment. "Don't cry little baby, are you going to tell your mommy" a girl in the back row called to him, the class laughing harder.

He felt immobilized, his sanity slipping through his fingers like water in the palm. His courage that he had took ever so long to muster was crumbling faster than he could by any means build it back up again. 

He was drowning in the stares of his students. Being pulled father and farther in to the depths of the unknown.

"Class settle down" the teacher returned, the peace that Charlie was longing for finally coming through the metal doorway.

Only a few more hours, then the school day will end, and the horror will be over. 

  The pain should end by then.

But by then things had started to stack up for the young and mislead Charlie. The bullying never seemed to end for the lad. In the lot where he was to he picked up by his father, whom like usual never showed up. The storm that somehow always managed to catch him off guard, and the usual, "Hey. Want a ride, no wait I don't let homo's in", and other snarky comments like that.

By the time he had managed to arrive at the stoop of his door, the last string of sanity he had left slipped away.

"Dad I'm home!" Charlie hollered through out the building. A large bulky man barreled down the steps of the humble two story home, his slick brown hair sparkling. "Heya kiddo" the man responded, once he had managed to stop. "Hi dad" the teen responded in the dull expressional tone.

"What's wrong now" the man asked, sitting on the worn down couch. "It's nothing dad, just, a lot of things are on my mind at the moment."

The fatherly figure whom seemed to gaze down at the crying teen was Charlie's elder brother, who had agreed to take him in once he had found a house.

The two brothers were so close together, the true beauty of the bond they have. The elder brother goes by the name of Chris. His bright brown eyes always managing to awaken the more brighter and less sensitive side of Charlie.

Chris stood at a height of 6'7, his hair combed back nicely to describe his more fancy side of living. He had managed to gain fathers money when he, left our plane of existence.

Charlie on the other hand is the complete opposite, like the classic gay boy people write about. Small, black hair, grey eyes that have seen far to much, and the Elmo like style.

"Hey bro can I ask you something" Chris said nervously, which caught Charlie completely off guard. His brother to be nervous, now this must be something extremely serious. The last time Chris had managed to be this nervous was the time he had to leave the home. Forever and free they say, ha, if anything Chris wanted to stay and take care of Me and my other older brother, whom was older than them both.

"Yeah what's up bro bro" Charlie said with a great impersonation of Mabel from gravity falls. If a slight more muscular punch is involved in making the quotes a tad more off key.

"I was wondering.. how do you know if your h-" he stopped unable to fully comprehend what he was about to say. Things raced through Charlie's mind as he stayed curled more and more into his subcaunsious mind, one that no one can see nor tap into.

He expected something different from what he had gotten.

"Charlie I was wondering... what do you think about... love" his voice had a slight shiver and or shake in it. His eyes begging him not to laugh.

"Love older bro... you should know that because of Cassidy? Your old girlfriend".

Cassidy was this kind girlfriend Charlie's brother had gotten when he was in high school. She had golden blonde hair, the prettiest blue eyes all the boys will be dying for. Tho Charlie was as straight as a circle, so he didn't have to worry, nor did she.

"I know bro it's just... ever since we dumped I have started to have new interest." He stared at Charlie biting his lips.

"Yes Chris?" Charlie asked him.

"I think I'm into boys."