Tyler's Life-Personal Narrative

Tyler's eyes were glued to the the other's back as he walked away, wanting nothing more than to run off and wallow in his guilt. Even with Jake defending him and Geneva worrying about him, he felt more vulnerable than ever. Maybe it was the black eye and bruises gracing his right side, or maybe it was the fact that the entire school now knew about his most closely guarded secret that he wasn't even sure about.

The blonde had never denied his feelings for Geneva, but at the same time, he couldn't forget the feelings he had for Grace at the beginning of their relationship. Said feelings quickly vanished as he began to see how cruel the brunette truly was, but what he had felt before was just as real as what he felt now for Geneva.

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Not only did he have his own personal struggles to deal with, but he also had to put up with the dunces also known as his classmates. Growing up in a small town means that most people are too afraid to learn - he had learned this from his father more than anyone.

The blonde had every reason in the world to be upset, yet he refused to rely on other people. Even though it might've been best to share what he was feeling with Geneva and tell him the truth about what happened with Mike, he couldn't bring himself to. Not once in his life had he been so ashamed of himself and his family than how much he had now. It was embarrassing to think that he couldn't protect himself from his father, of all people. What about when people at school start doing the same thing to him? To Geneva?

He couldn't let anyone - especially Geneva - see this side of him, even if he already had in the past. Things were different now, and Tyler could hardly look himself in the mirror this morning. he wanted to be his own person, who could fight for what he believed in, but how would that be possible if relied on other people for his strength? It
The sound of the crowded cafeteria grew louder as the blonde grew more aware of his surroundings. He buried his face into his sleeve, pushing away the tray in front of him which didn't have much to begin with. The other blonde frowned at this action, placing his head in his arms, mirroring his friend. "You gotta eat, man," he started, voice slightly muffled by his arm. Tyler only shrugged in response.

He lifted his head when more people approached their table - the last three he wanted to see right now. Maranda was clinging to Trent, as always, with Grace trailing behind them. Jake flashed the trio a small smile, doing his best to avoid the argument that would most likely ensue. Tyler sat up slowly, eyes meeting Grace's before meeting the ceiling.

"You can't ignore it forever, Tyler," Maranda was the first to speak, voice surprisingly free of judgement. At least, somewhat so. She was upset, he could tell, but she wasn't acting like it. At least, not for now. "Why on earth would you pull a stunt like