I walk out of my house.
Scratch that.
I walked out of their house.
I never thought it could end this badly. I had even believed they might accept me, but that would have been impossible.
But here I stand outside that house. It feels as if it happened many years ago, even though it happened mere minutes ago.
Where would I go. I had nowhere I could go, so I walked this lonely road with only the company of my own shadow.
I never cared to socialize, therefore I had nobody to go to. So I just kept moving forward with no plan.
For the next hour I aimlessly followed the road by what I believed to be north until I remembered just about 5 miles east of me there was a homeless shelter.
Even though it's for women, they can probably help me find somewhere to go.
I have a long way to walk, and it will be even worse since all summer I had done nothing but sit around and watch Netflix. Though there is nothing else I can do, and by now it's 3 pm so I better start moving.
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Which One's Which
General FictionA young trans boy transfers schools, because his parents kicked him out and he needs a fresh start. He will soon learn that he is not as alone as he thought. ***TW*** -disphoria -homelessness -starving -kicked out -sad coming out
