Rainbow Lights

Chapter 2

My white tennis shoes slap up the street from the bus stop to my house. It's a crisp autumn day in October. Trees turning to blends of gold, red, and orange like a fire. Even the air feels better somehow. I take a big deep breath to savor one of falls little delights. Finally I reach my house; 19 Albers Rd. I look up the driveway. Mom and dad won't be home till 9. I look down at my phone. But Sam is. I take one step into the house and hear aggravated groans from upstairs. Sam's studying for history, one of my best subjects. "I'm home!" I yell at my older sister as I climb the stairs up to her room. She looks like a queen of a textbook mountain with piles of books and notes surrounding her. She pulls on a lock of her dark brown hair her light brown eyes closed in annoyance. "This damn subject. Why the hell do I even need to know who play doh was he obviously isn't that important today." Sam sighs. I give her a classic you've- gotta- be -kidding -me look. "Plato. His name was Plato and he's one of the most famous philosophers to ever graze earth." Sam rolls her eyes. "Yeah ok, so how was school?" Spectacular. Krystal talked to me. The most amazing human on earth acknowledged my existence. I wish I could tell Sam all about it but she'd never understand. "Usual what about you?" I respond. "Well...."  This breaks into a 10 minute play by play about what her boyfriend Chris did and what Meghan wore or what Ashley said. Now that was the usual. I through in some monotone "mhm's"and "oh wow's" trying to take genuine interest. I just feel Ashley's a little too basic at times; a bit of a stereotypical idiot teenage girl with her head on boys and clothes. Not that it's a bad thing I just wish I could relate somehow. While she'd be at parties I'd be in my room writing my newest Slated chapter on fanzmanz.com. Which reminds me tonight's the perfect night to finish my chapter with Kyla and Tori. "So yeah that was my day." Sam concludes and wakes me from the daze. "Wow nice" I say as perky as possible. How is it I can sit here knowing my sister, my own blood, doesn't know about this closet I'm stuck in or my fanzmanz account yet 30 thousand people do? All 30 thousand of my readers know I'm gay and can read my gay Slated fanfic. Sam ruffles my dirty blonde mop of a head "I better get back to studying Har." She says with a small grin on her perfect face. I slowly walk out and close her door behind me. Someday she'll know; I think to myself. Someday.