When I was a child nothing was easy but with time I learned that nothing would get easier. So I just let everything happen but people grow tired. Hello my name is Jeremiah Sparks and I am eighteen years old. I have a sad yet interesting story. As a child I loved to run and jump on the bed but I was always a little suicidal. Yes it might seem crazy that a ten year old would try to take his life but I've always had a reason. Parents, I've heard parents are supposed to accept their kids just the way they are but that is not my story. You see my parents have always thought of me as the disgrace to the family since the day I came out of the closet. It's way too long of a story to explain. I've always cried myself to sleep because why me.. Out of all the people there is to choose from God chose me. He chose me to be the weird kid in class that everyone disliked and made fun of , he chose me to be the kid that had no date to prom and he chose me out of all the people to be a disgrace to his family. The only place that I could live happily in was many dreams but even then there was a villain. I've always loved flying and I would dream of myself flying but suddenly out of nowhere darkness would show up and drag me until I disappeared. I've always felt different but enough of my childhood lets get to the real deal. A couple weeks ago I was home with my parents and of course we got into the most famous argument of the family, "you can't be gay because you look like a man." I told my mother, that what they said made no sense because looks don't deal with feelings and I couldn't change who I was. My mother, Kimberly Sparks slapped me right after I told them that I was no disgrace to their family because I wasn't part of their family. My father, Marco Sparks grabbed me by my shirt soon after being slapped and yelled, "listen here buddy. That is no way to talk to your mother, you are a disgrace to this family because no son of mine is gay, you hear me? Now turn straight or you never show your face here again." Without another word I left. I ran as fast as I could until I reached the rooftop. It was time, I thought. Drowning in my own thoughts I decided that this time I wanted to end it for good, I was done being a coward so I jumped. Halfway through I noticed what a stupid guy I was for jumping and I wished to go back in time but unfortunately there was no time machine. I concentrated all of my energy and force to try to snap out of what I thought was a dream, unfortunately it was all real. I was falling, my heart was raising and so was the speed. I thought it was over but when I opened my eyes, my nose nearly touching the ground I screamed, "help me please, I'm dying!" but strangely I wasn't dying, in fact I was flying! I couldn't believe it, what type of abnormal creature was I. How could I be flying? Amazingly I elevated back up into the air, it was then when I decide I wanted to live. Those dreams I had when I was young, I would live them. So I took off into the sky and disappeared into the clouds, I was never heard of again.
