Gays Are (Not?!?) Okay

Chapter One: Camden

Chapter One

Camden's POV:

It was Friday. Free of boring High School classes, and a party to look forward to tonight.

It was BJ's (short for Benjamen) party, and I'd already been told to bring as much booze from my parents' room as possible. I'd bring that AND a few joints just for him if he can get my step-dad to let me stay over for the night. As of now, my dear step-daddy thinks me, BJ, and Gozel (pronounced like gazelle) are just hanging out.

Haha.

Add about 100 more people to the mix and it might be accurate.

My name is Camden Felicity Strangelove. My mum had all three of us get our last names changed to that, just to make the family business name more appealing, which I think is rubbish.

Would you like to here a little bit about me?

Fabulous.

Well first, I have hazel eyes, but they're freaking yellow most of the time. My hair is brown, but i dye it bluish-green. I have a "septum" piercing - the one that goes through the middle ridge of your nose.

I'm 5'9". I literally am 113.69lbs. Haha.

Lets get the bad stuff off my chest now.

When I was 13 to 15 I had very bad anorexia and I cut myself. A lot. I attempted suicide three times, but I failed each time. As of today, I'm 4 months and 16 days clean, which I think is pretty damned awesome. I have scars all over my arms and my upper thighs. Nowadays, all of that is much better.

Moving on...

I was four when my father had the wonderful idea to start getting out anger by beating the shit out of me, and make some extra cash by selling his little girls body - and using it. It continued till I was 13, then my father committed suicide.

No note or anything, though I still kind of feel it was my fault.

My mum had never did anything about the beatings, but she was elated when he up and shot himself.

She got married in a year - "love at first sight" - and boom, there was Richard. He's boring, and he likes to scream at me for getting paint on the floor [can you say anger issues], but he's better than my bio dad.

Lastly; I am gay.

But in these days you might think its not as big of a deal.

It is.

I live in a briar cliff town - Chichester.

Everyone here in Chichester will think it is a HUGE deal. It is nasty; disgusting even. They're all stupid and stuck up. Everyone's rich and no one gives a shit but yet they all care a whole damned lot.

Honestly, I couldn't give a shit. Only Gozel and BJ know; and me and Gozel know that BJ is bisexual. They don't care, which is why they're the only people I've ever gotten close to. Everyone else - including my family - would hate me.

I'd most likely get murdered.

So its best to keep it quiet.

My family runs the most successful factories on this continent - "The Strange's Factories - Full Of Love" - so effing clever. Ugh.

Painting and drawing in general is pretty much my thing. Unfortunately, I was already signed into the family business. I had no say in what I was going to do. Maybe have one of those stupid secret romances, since I obviously couldn't just BE gay. Reading them was awesome, but no one knows I read; or paint - besides that, I don't even think anyone else - girl-wise - is gay. In Chichester, anyway.