I was listening to Wolf In Sheep's Clothing by Set It Off when Jocelyn said, "70 miles until we get to Branson." It had been three hours, and I was pretty tired. I was starting to fall asleep, when I heard Corbin and Jocelyn start talking about things. I was eavesdropping again.
"I really hope the other high school kids are accepting of him," Corbin said.
"It's going to be fine, Corbin," Jocelyn replied. "It's not like he's gay or anything. The kids don't have any reason to pick on him." My cheeks flushed red, my mind screaming DANGER.
"What's wrong with being gay?" Corbin asked. I sighed in relief.
"Nothing, dear, and I'd accept Dalton fully if he was. I just don't know about the rest of the town." Jocelyn replied. I wanted to smile, learning that these people would accept me fully for whoever I was or wanted to be. My mom probably would have thrown a fit and moved us to Antarctica if I came out as anything but straight and cisgender. My dad would have been the same. To know that I was safe as whoever I was or chose to be felt like the sun was shining directly on my heart, warming me from the inside out. It was a beautiful feeling, one I hadn't felt in a long time, sort of like what the blooming of a flower looks like. Smiling brightly, I looked out the window. I didn't really know how to react properly to the situation, so I just kept beaming. I was giddy, zealous about this new development. Eventually, it turned into an indescribable, mirthful feeling. I loved it.
(Hey ya'll, sorry for the short chapter. I just don't have the ambition for where I was leading this at the very moment. Chapter 17 will be better, I promise!! -kax)
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Through the Wringer
Teen FictionDalton Versailles' life was going great until the accident. He thought the Lanes foster family could be the worst of it, but it was the exact opposite. The worst was yet to come, even over the tragedy that befell his family.
