KENTRELL
I stared out the window of the bus as it rolled down the highway, watching all of the wheat fields and cows as we rode by.. I sighed as I thought about my life, where i'd come from and where I'm going. My life hasn't been easy by any means starting from when I was born. I was born in Baton Rouge, Louisiana my mom Marylin a real estate broker and my dad James an investment banker. They both make good money and live a very comfortable lifestyle. I have one brother who is just two years older than me and let's just say he was and always will be the favorite. Why you ask because I'm different, in more ways then one. I didn't know I was different until I was six years old when I overheard my parents arguing about me. I can still remember the argument so vividly like it was yesterday.
Flashback
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James: We need to send him away from here!
Marylin: But he is our son, we can't just abandon him!
James: He is no son of mine!
Marylin: James how can you say that?!
James: Easy, no son of mine is a faggot!
Marylin: But James how are you so sure that's what our son is, he is only six years old!
James: Look at him Marylin! Ray Charles can see that boy got sugar in his tank! He is constantly sneaking into your makeup, he has zero interest in sports, and have you seen the way he looks at other little boys! Not to mention.........
Marylin: James just hush your mouth right now! So he has snuck into my makeup a few times, he is six years old he is probably just curious as to what it is, so he looks at other little boys he has eyes just like everyone else and he uses them for what they are for and that's to see,and as for your sports theory have you not noticed Kentrell is crazy about Skateboarding!
James: HA! You call skateboarding a sport! Yea right! That thing in there is a straight up faggott and you know it!
Marylin: James will you stop calling him that!
James: Just calling it like I see it!
Marylin: Look James, we will not send our son away for something that could very well be a phase! Whose to say what could happen in a year or two he could completely change he is only six years old for God sakes!
James: Phase?! PHASE my ass! You don't see Korey Running around here like that and he's eight!
Marylin: James Gaulden I am done with this discussion! Our son stays and that is that!
James: We'll see!
James walks off.
End of Flashback
I remember running into my room and crying into my pillow. I hated being the reason my parents fought but I also realized that day I'm different! Truth be told my father was right I always loved playing in my mom's makeup and I would sneak and do it whenever I got the chance. I also had zero interest in sports, the only thing I liked was skateboarding, having taken a liking to it when I got a skateboard for my 4th birthday. Lastly I always found myself looking at other little boys admiring their features, thinking how cute they were and even having a crush on a boy at my school. I was six years old I had no idea what to call what it was that I was going through. All I knew is I was nothing like my older brother Korey who played any sport you could think of, and at only the age of eight already had his way with the girls. I was nothing like that, I was shy little boy who wouldn't even give a girl a second glance. It wasn't until I was much older I found out the name for what I am, GAY, I'm GAY! When I was nine things started to change or more like my mom started to change. My dad who had kept his same stance on me never changing started to rub off more on my mom, pretty soon my mom became repulsed by everything I did once she saw I wasn't growing out of what she initially thought was just a phase. It started with me being sent to my room because they didn't want to look at a faggot, my older brother would even get it in on it and tease me calling me a faggot repeatedly until I would cry. He would even spit on me and tell me I was going to hell. The only thing that brought me solace during this time was my skateboard, as I dremnt of owning my own skateboard shop someday and making customized skateboards. One day I heard my mom and dad talking my mom sighing telling my dad he had been right all along. My mother saying she could kick herself for being so naive, that she was crazy to believe that it was just a phase or that she could pray my gay away as she had tried to do so many times, heck I tried to pray it away myself numerous times only to find out that I couldn't pray it away. Realizing that I was born this way among other things and nothing could change it. That was the day they decided to send me away. My mother came in my room and yelled for me to pack my bags. I grabbed as much stuff as I could not forgetting my skateboard and walked out of my room my father shoved me in the car all while shouting homophobic insults at me, my mother and brother doing the same. My father started the car and drove to downtown Baton Rouge where he stopped in front of this big building that said Baton Rouge Orphanage on the front. My father got out of the car, yanking me out the backseat along with my belongings including my skateboard and dragged me up to the building kicking and screaming. I cried, begged and pleaded for them not to leave me there. I even promised my dad that I would quit being Gay but he wouldn't listen shoved me on the front steps and walked back to the car. My mom looked at me before they drove away, rolling down the window and shouting "if only you weren't a faggott!" The car rolling down the street as I stood on the steps, nine years old and now an orphan because my family couldn't get over their homophobic ways and accept the fact that I was Gay. Someone from the orphanage noticed me outside and brought me into the building. They took me to a room with lots of. beds and told me this is where I would sleep. They showed me to a cubby where I could put all of my things. As I was putting them away I could feel eyes on me I turned to my left and saw other kids they all stared at me intently. One of the kids finally spoke up and asked me what my name was I told him my name and he told me his name was Ahmaud. He seemed nice and was really friendly. The rest of the kids not so much. Ahmaud told me not to pay them any attention as they were just mad that a new kid was here and that new kids tended to get adopted faster then the kids who had been here awhile and most of them had been here at the orphanage for 5 years or more. I tried my best to take Ahmaud's advice just ignoring the other kids who hated me just for being the new kid. My first few months at the orphanage we're not so bad, the lady who ran the orphanage Ms. Ella she was really nice and she was a great cook! Also Me and Ahmaud became really close, so close that I was able to share my secret with him. When I told Ahmaud that I was Gay, he wasn't upset he said he would still be my friend no matter what. Ms. Ella knew I was Gay as well she said she could look at me and tell and she didn't have a problem with it. Around that time my feelings for Ahmaud started to change I developed a crush on him but tried my best to hide it seeing as how Ahmaud wasn't gay. One day Ahmaud and I were sitting in the arts and crafts room drawing pictures when Ahmaud asked me had I ever kissed anyone before. I told him no and started to ask why he was asking but before I could he leaned over and gave me the sweetest, softest kiss anyone could ever give. I was taken aback as I wasn't expecting it but I liked it none the less, I liked it a lot! Ahmaud got up to run away as he felt embarrassed but I stopped him and I assured him he had done nothing wrong and that I liked it and in fact I wanted him to do it again. To which he happily obliged and it was just as sweet as before. Our relationship blossomed from there. We spent all of our time together watching movies, doing our chores together drawing, playing on the playground, I even taught him how to ride my skateboard. One day while me and Ahmaud we're watching movies he paused the movie and said he had something to tell me.
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