I had to go home then. Maybe if I could convince my dad that being gay isn't so bad and to let me go, maybe I could convince him to accept me. Dad got home late that night so I had to put my brother, Paul to bed. I was watching him sleep when I heard the car pull up. Dad was home. I head cautiously toward the stairs, I could tell by the sound of his footsteps that he was in a bad mood.
" Daddy?" I called out. No answer.
" Dad," I said, on my way downstairs. I take one last breath and prepare for the worst.
" Hi dad, how was your day?"
" It was fine, have you been reading the papers?"
" Have you?" I asked, dodging the question.
" It seems there's a parade, in Charlottetown"
" What kind of parade?"
" For the Devil." I knew that was where the conversation was going to go. My father wasn't convincible. I wish I knew how to make him think differently. I kept talking.
" You mean for the gays."
" If that's what they call themselves."
" Dad, I have t-
" And if they DARE-
" DAD!"
" What?" he said, calming down. I guess it's now or never.
" Shannon invited me to go out with her after school tomorrow. Can I go?"
" Just steer clear of Charlottetown."
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In My Heart
General FictionMikah is a 14 year old girl from Michigan. She lives in a small town in Detroit with her father, brother and best friend. Mikah has always had a normal life, the same routine every day since the day her mother died. And it would stay that way for th...
