The Problems of Being Bisexual...at 13

Chapter 39

3/20/15

Hi you guys,

So let's skip the bullshit and get to the point. I missed you guys. Sorry I had got in trouble, it's a long story. But you want to read the story, that's why we're here right??? No? Oh, well, I'm thirteen what did you expect?

So let's start off with...everything.

So after I got home from the whole vacation thing, nothing much really happened. My mom was just being...nice. Weird, yeah I know, I live with her.

Anyways nothing eventful happened until Monday. Monday was terrible. So my spanish teacher was being complicated as usual and she didn't tell us the correct day to turn in two of our homeworks, bitch. Anyways considering that we had a two packets to comeplete for her class that, just so happened to be due that day, when she said it was due on friday, yes today. So in the end I ended up getting a 12 and a 0 on the homewoks, you should already know what happened to my overall grade. I ended up getting a 64, A MOTHERFUCKING 64 AS MY AVERAGE!

Not just that but my mom just happened to want to go on the little website where parents can access and read our grades, that day. So she grounded me, I can't access my phone or computer, I can't watch tv, I almost got back handed (dodging skills) so instead I got my ass beat, yaa... Oh, wait, then how am I even typing this too you? It's because I'm secretly a magical unicorn x pegasas hybreed from the land of sugar tooth. Yes, we're real.

Alright let me continue, this will probably end up being one of the longest chapters. The one week I get grounded and I can't type shit, everything happens. I wouldn't be surprised if godzilla came falling from the sky asking for a hug and a meal of chicken nuggets. Don't judge my thoughts, like how our mouths are always wet, like they're built in water fountains. Never running out of water, well maybe sometimes, but it comes back and we drool... Ok, focus outcaster focus.

So after getting talked to and screamed at about my grades by my mom and dad *sigh*, all I had left to do was go to sleep and feel more pressure to be whatever it is that everyone wants. I mean I know I messed up, but give me a break, I'm already trying to please you with every other fucking thing. I mean come on, I'm giving up my summer to go to some boring engineering camp, that I already told you I don't want that career, but you know what I want for myself doesn't matter. And I mean I'm affraid to tell you guys about my sexuality, but I know if I did it would crush you, make you feel like you failed at being a parent because your daughter just so happenes to like a little bit of both. But yet again, here I am trying to please the both of you, and not trying to do anything, if possible, for me.

Well, nothing happened after that, until Tuesday. On Tuesday, school went on like any other boring as fuck day, until I heard some stuff. Turns out two boys like me, ew. Nope, no no no no. I'm not even going to think about it, sorry guys, you didn't choose the right time for this, or maybe you did, who knows? Oh, and coincidently my dad was starting to question me on why I had fucked up grades. He was asking, is anything bothering you? Are there any distractions? Is ther a boy that's distracting you?

He had to go there, on the day I find out two other people like me, come on! And one thing led to another, and we had our talk. Not just a talk, THE TALK. Now, don't get me wrong I already had it with my mom, which was super akward, but my dad hadn't given me the "males perspective" of it. Andto be honest, I was more comfortable talking to my dad about it, my mom just made our overly uncomfortable.

Then there came Wednesday. Everything was eh, that time had came again, of course it decided to choose this week of all weeks. But anyways we finally had another fight! Finally a fucking fight! I've been wating sooooo loooong, for this dry school year to have a fight. But of course they were to boys and they decided to fight in the bathroom so everyone was crowding up in the area, I coud barely see but at least I saw the best punches. The fight had started with C talking trash about M's lips, they are big to be honest. But M took it way too seriously, so then he pushed C. And as things usually go it erupted into a fight. C left with a split lip and a broken nose, while M, he knew he shouldn't have fought C, left with a black eye, broken hand and foot. They both got suspened though, so we wouldn't see them for the next 3 days.

Then ther came Thursday, Thursday... It started off great, we had another fight from some girls who were creating some beef between each other on instagram, stupid I know, but they met up in the bathrooms too,and of course evryone crowded up. Everyone left unharmed though, because the teachers noticed our totally unobious crowd of half the schools and our chants of FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!

But then Thursday afternoon came, when I went home. I don't know if I already told you guys, and honestly I'm too lazy to go back and read, but my grandma had a stroke earlier this month. Then she just so happened to have another stroke sometime earlier this week. When I wentto go see her she looked so tired and worn out.

I mean she was 95 years.Yeah, she lived through the roaring 20's, the great depression, the civil rights movement, world war ll, the vietnam war, and the creation of the cell phone, internet, and the snuggie. Plus she gave birth to 12 kids, I mean that deserve an applause, to every grandma that has poped out babies like it was nothiing! But to the point, Thursday/Yesterday afternoon I found out that she had passed away that morning while I was at school. I always thought she would live to see 100, but I guess I was wrong. I'm not too down on it, I mean I did get to skip school today, but it still sucks ass. And she was my last grandparent, so I'm just sulking right now. At least she got to live to 95.

Anyways, today on Friday, I've pretty much just been sleeping and using my magical powers to do this update. But I got to go, because using all of this magic has made me want a cookie.

Adios,

~outcaster