The Monsters in Our Closets (GxG)

Chapter 4: The Storm Before the Calm

The rest of the week went pretty much how Monday went. Classes went by slow and cheer practice has been pretty fun. It seems like Sky has gotten pretty used to the school a little bit. And we've gotten to know each other a bit better.

But, alas, today is finally friday. The day everyone looks forward to, and the day of the start of school party. Now I'm not really a party person, but I've never really missed a big party like this. I'm sure I'll have fun though, considering Sky, RIley, and Jake will be there.

But that also means double the pretending.

But first things first, I have to get home and get changed into something other than my normal school wear. Right now, I'm on the bus ride home. The small town houses passing by, along with the greenery. With only a six minute ride, I finally made it to my house.

The exterior is a light blue, which used to be a vibrant color but now faded like everything else in this town. The house has aged but never changed, something akin to the people of this town now. The paint is chipped in many areas and the sidewalk that extends from the doorway is cracked with bits of grass going through it.

With a sigh, I start walking to the painted white front door. I know that my parent will be home, probably watching the news and yelling about the 'liberal agenda'. And I am not looking forward to that.

It gets harder and harder to just smile through it.

I twist the handle of the door, creaking it open to step inside the house. From the doorway I can already see my dad sitting on the couch, a cup of Bud Light in his hand. His beard growing disheveled from never being taken care of. I can hear fox news blaring through the television that is placed in front of the couch and the wall.

I walk forward giving my best smile, "I'm home, guys."

My father turns to look at me, a somewhat smile on his face. "Welcome home," he says in a gruff voice. "Did you see what's on the news?" He asks me. I can already tell where this is going, and I'm really not looking forward to it.

"No, what?" I ask, walking over to him and staring at the the tv.

"Well, apparently getting married isn't enough for those bleeding heart liberal pansies. The gays apprently want more rights, how rediculous is that?" His voice now slightly raised with his discomfort.

It's not ridiculous at all. People just don't want to be hate crimed.

I bite my tongue, trying to keep my words locked inside. "Really? What more can they want?" I almost gag at my own words. I hate having to talk like this. " Where's mom?" I ask, trying to change the subject.

He points to the kitchen that is behind him, "in the kitchen cooking some dinner. I wish more women were like your mother, she knows what she's supposed to be doing," he says, making me cringe.

"Yeah..." I say back, not really knowing what else to say. I walk to the kitchen to say hi to my mother.

She is somewhat similar to dad, but she's a bit more understanding, a bit more loving. I walk in through the swinging egg white door that leads to the kitchen. Mom is standing in front of the counter that is placed in front of the wall that is several feet in front of me. Our kitchen is nowhere near big, but I wouldn't call it small either. My feet tapping on the linoleum tiles gives my position away to my mother as she turns to face me with a gentle smile.

"Hi baby, how was school," she asks.

This is how it should be. Ask me how today was, not what people should get rights and which shouldn't.

"It was pretty good, classes are pretty easy to understand right now," I answer her. She nods her head, her raven hair swaying with the movement.

"That's good to hear! I'm glad you're having a good time."