life isnt so great and here's why
i tell my dad everything so of course i told them about
wizzer and isa.
i told him with such excitement because the only gays i
have ever heard about were on TV.
i told him how much fun i had and how i actually
made friends, but he seemed taken aback from them and
he began shaking his head.
"hell! I'd be careful about who you associate yourself with. Your classmates might see you as a dyke yourself." he chuckles "if i find out you are a faggot like them, i might just as well take you out with a goddamn bullet. queers are nothing but a waste of space and i don't want you near them. got it?"
i say nothing. i look at him and shake my head softly.
excusing myself, i make my way to my room and further anticipate my
eighteenth birthday.
YOU ARE READING
ready to run
Teen Fictionmy presence is trivial my soul is in anguish my veins crave the connection of a human touch yet here i stay, with a packed bag under my bed ready to run to the next identity i will adopt (this story is written roughly - sorry)
