I repeatedly called her number. She never answered.
"Answer me goddammit!" I yell, throwing my phone across the room, flying through a window to the ground.
"Well, fuck! See what you did, Naomi!" I yell to the air. I hurriedly rush down the stairs to grab my phone. I look up and see my window. How was I gonna explain that to mom?
Hey, mom, Naomi called me. Yes, that Naomi. She knows I'm straight. She's gonna tell everyone. I got mad and threw my phone out of the window. Suprise!
Yup, don't think that's gonna work out very well. I'll just say Fred was throwing a ball around. Wait, Fred doesn't do anything outside. Gabe was throwing the ball and accidentally hit the window. Yup, that's what happened.
Had nothing to do with me, my phone, Naomi, or me being straight. Not at all.
I laughed at myself. Getting mad over Naomi. She wouldn't do anything. I've always kept her secrets. Like when she flushed her fish down the toilet just to get sympathy from her parents. She had ended up getting a cake and new toys, plus another fish.
She's gonna flush me down the toilet, too.
Oh, god. I'm gonna be her next fishy victim.
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HumorJust a typical story of a kid, named Mason, trying to figure out how to come out to his family, his friends, his schoolmates...... But this story has a twist.
