𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 | 𝙭-𝙢𝙚𝙣

001 | mutants on tv

If there was any kind of ice that was only a nanometer thick, that would be the kind I'm on with my mother. I had come out as aroace a few weeks ago. My mom has yet to acknowledge it, but for the average "Your'e too young to understand" or "It's just for attention", but hey, at least she didn't kick me out. I know that if I try to push it, she'll cut the topic or just glare at me. I'm not entirely sure how she feels, just that it's not good.

One day, when we were washing dishes together, having a good time, laughing, smiling, the works. It was awesome, and i had almost forgotten the big, pink, and angry elephant in the room.

My backpack. The one I kept my spare change of clothes and nesscesities, my laptop, and my binder that was hidden in a secret pocket. It was a gift from a close friend before they moved away to some school for "gifted kids" or whatever the hell that was supposed to mean. (I geniunely thought they had been outed, but they assured me that it wasn't a conversion therapy camp.)

Since it's summer, I can't really escape it and I just have to endure the tension. If my mother knew about it, (which she probably did), She obviously hadn't looked for a secret pocket. Any attempt at conversation was awkward and pointless, ever since my coming out. Then it happened.

The Apocalypse, as some might call it. The epic battle between mutants. We watched it on tv with our neighbors and friends, praying that, what the media called "The X-Men", would win. They fought hard, and even though I couldn't see them well, they fought for those who had fallen. I could tell by their pain and-

The camera went out. Our only view on whether we lived or died was gone. All we could do wait and hope that the team of outcasts would win over the almost godlike power of the Apocalypse.

Afterward, I heard my mother talking to her friends about something. Leaning in closer and sneaking toward the kitchen where they were chatting, I finally got close enough to hear what they were saying.

"-Do you really think that's necessary Linda? They don't seem to be that terrible." I could tell that was one of my mom's friends, Elle, I think. I always liked her. She had a discreet rainbow flag in a pot on her counter and she baked the best cookies.

"Yes. Definitely. If those, those mutants are like the ones we saw today, and I'm sure they are, we need to set up a watch. At the very least to protect ourselves." That was my mother, who was much less appreciative of the aformentioned "mutants" as when she was actually praying for them. I'm not suprised to be completeley honest. I could see those teenagers on tv in myself. They were scared and different and people hated them for it. That was why I wasn't going to let myself be seen.

My mom started to get up and leave, so I made a dash for the living room, begging no to be seen. My prayers must have been answered, since she didn't notice my almost-pants.

"We're leaving, come now Aspen." She stood up and gestured for me. I nodded, avoiding eye contact, hoping for this to be the end of her "mutant patrol"

A/N - How's that for a first chapter?
I honestly have no idea