Everybody who lives in the Old Abandoned Fire Station has to deal with school bullies.
And society's disapproval.
You see, it's not 'normal' to be gay. Which is the dumbest, stupidest bullshit I have ever heard. (sorry for swearing)
Who you love isn't who you are, Who you are is no-ones business.
Yet each day words are thrown around like knives at me and Eli and Lila and Mary and Arthur, and everyone else.
If one of the knives are using the word 'gay' as an insult, I'll respond with something like:
"Thanks for noticing"
Or "your right"
Or I just say nothing at all.
It kinda sucks. A lot.
What else sucks in most of the residences of the OAFS are there because they got kicked out of their homes.
Just like...
Mother: goes 9+ months of hell for a child
When their kid comes out as LGBTQ+
Mother: I don't want you anymore.
The only person who didn't get kicked out was Rorie, because ze still closeted to his family, and so is Billy.
I had a dream, I was sitting, no, standing on a stage, microphone in hand. I'd said something along the lines of.
"We all know what arranged marriages are, and how they often don't work. They might just not be each other's type. It's like that for sexualities, except your a guy and your arranged to marry every single female in the world, and you try your hardest, but you don't love any of them."
If only I had the guts to do such a thing.
Maybe one day.
*****
"Emma?" I recognized Eli's voice
"Yes?" I replied
He dropped a small envelope on my bed which I was sitting on, leaning against the wall, reading a book for school.
"I found this by your locker." He stated, with a tired and mildly stressed tone. You couldn't blame him, having to pretend to be female for six hours straight and have teachers yell at your disruptive class.
He nodded to me, before heading on his way back downstairs. He was probably going to go sit on the table or something.
The envelope was addressed to me, and the handwriting on it was messy, unjoined and wonky. I recognised it almost immediately, my fathers.
Inside there was a card, a sorry card, one of those cheap cards from those two-dollar shops. It had a teddy bear and pink glitter on the front, like a birthday card for a 7-year-old girl. The card came with a little sentence printed inside, "I'm sorry. I understand, it was harmful." My fathers writing surrounding with "My dearest daughter Emma. Please come home. You're confused, and you've taken this too far. I don't even know if you will get this letter, but I'm trying. Because I love you. Come back home, There are several boys on the street that have been talking about you. One's named Michael. He even admitted he had a crush on you. He still does. I've given you space, I've given you freedom, let your phase end, but your my daughter, and you belong at home. So please, come back home. Love, Dad."
I'm sorry Dad, but there's something you should know. Something everyone should know.
First off, Expect a daughter in law, not a son.
Second off, Us, who live at the old abandoned fire station, are just normal people. Yes, here gender norms do not exist. Yes, A bunch of the boys here were born as girls, and a bunch of the girls here were born as boys, and a bunch of people are here that aren't girls or boys, or only part girl or part boy. And here, we love who we love, we aren't forced to love a particular group of people. We are not confused, it is not a phase, we are not sick, we are just being ourselves, and if you have a problem with that, we won't bother you with our presence.
Not yet anyway.
But when you hear us, our roars will be loud, and the storms will engulf you and your beliefs.
And you will be hearing from us sooner than you think.
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The Old Abandoned Fire Station
Teen FictionEmma Brooks is discovering herself. And how all her friends are hitting on the boys, while she's hitting on them. But one day, she's shown the entrance to the abandoned brick fire station, and it isn't as quite as abandoned as one might think. some...
