Growing Up Gay

School life Ch. 3

I blame the reason why I'm not into basic things like riverdale because of one person. In elementary school a girl named Roki brought me into the worlds of anime and kpop and that started my fall into becoming a nerd. Although later we ended up going to different middle schools and only saw each other once a year for meet ups.
In middle school I had okay grades averaging about 3.0 the whole 3 years. My parents saw that as trash and would flame me for it. Although everything hit the fan once the virus hit the US. I was suddenly stuck at home depressed and having zero motivation. Another thing making me feel shitty that year was coming out to my parents.
My dad ended up yelling at me while my mom was kinda supportive but she kept asking weird questions. So I rushed back into the closet and made sure to never tell them anything about my sexuality or pronouns ever again. I ended up coming out to my friends and they were all on the spectrum too. This is how I ended up finding my found family.
In this found family was a lesbian named Jillian that would tell me what a group a straight guys were up to. A bisexual named Sophie who's a bitch but she came in a combo deal with a asexual named Jollie. Even though Jollie had major crackhead energy she was our Asian mom that provided us with snacks. One of my friends since elementary school named Matt joined the found family acting as our horny bisexual uncle. Then we had Ash the small bean that ended up being our porn dealer. We also had a dad like figure in Noa, he went out for cigarettes and milk then never came back because he was now a popular kid. As for our last member of the family she deserves a paragraph of her own.
Now our Mexican mom role was filled by Isis. She has the energy of a crackhead with the horniness of a damn otter. She introduced me to a special group of online people. They're names are Ali, Yasmine, and Ava. They taught me all the tricks on discord. We told each other every thing from how our days are going to how our traumas developed. I cannot thank them enough for listening to me since they were the only ones I could talk to about my grievances. Its not like I could tell my parents about some asshole high schoolers calling me the f-slur.