Boarding School (CASHBY)

(1) I fucking hate my parents

Alan's POV

Ya know how a lot of kids have amazing coming out stories? The ones when they come out and their parents still love them the same, are proud of them, and support them? Well my coming out story want one of those.

I mean, what did I expect? My bible swinging Catholic parents to welcome me with open arms and not freak the fuck out? Lol nope. They screamed at me, called me an abomination, said I was a "faggot that wanted to ruin the Ashby family name and bring shame to our church".
Yes father dearest, that was my plan all along, ya got me!

I was pretty fortunate to have a welcoming and accepting school though. I mean. Until my parents basically said "no thanks" to me and shipped my ass to boarding school.

I never understood why parents did that though, it's just costing them a hell ton of money that they will never get back. They could have spent it on a vacation, a new car, basically anything except boarding school. Parents are so stupid.

When they told me I was going to boarding school I called bull, that was until I saw my god damn one way plane ticket to Logan Airport in Boston.

Boston was on the other side of the damn country, I guess they really did say 'no thanks' to even seeing me ever again.

Wanna know what's even funnier? The fact that it's an all boys boarding school. Ah, yes, send me, a flaming homosexual, to an all boys boarding school, that most parents send their kids to, for being gay. You deserve an award for your outstanding thought process. Great. Job.

So here I was packing up my things into my suit case. The essentials, clothes, underwear, charger/headphones, toiletries, and my cat stuffed animal. Nobody had to know I had an unhealthy emotional attachment to a cat stuffie I've had since I was 3 years old. I'm a man. I'm the manliest man of them all. I just happen to rely on a stuffed animal for sanity.

I looked at my clock and saw that it was 1 am and decided it was time to go to bed so I won't be a god damn slug in the air port.

*BEEP BEEP MOTHER FUCKER*

Okay I know that's not what alarms sound like but in my mind, this dream crushing soul ruiner screamed this at me almost every morning.

I got out of my bed for the last time and changed into some black skinnies, a tie-dye hoodie, a black beanie, and some toms. I brushed my teeth and headed down my stairs seeing my parents standing there ready to go.

We drove there in total silence, it was deafening.

When they walked me to the security check point my mother went to go hug me but I just ignored her and kept walking.

If these ass holes think I'm gonna give them any shred of affection they think wrong.

I go through security with no problem and head to my gate with some coffee and some grapes. I'm still in zombie mode from the lack of sleep i got last night since I was so restless.

When my plane started boarding I got to my seat with no problem and quickly plugged in my headphones just as S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W by the emo gods My Chemical Romance came on.

I fell asleep about twenty one (pilots) minutes into the flight.
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Hey there everybody! I decided I would start a story because I'm cashby trash. I hope you enjoyed it, anyways have an amazing day kiddos
Peace