POV: Sky
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Ever since year eight I knew I preferred boys. Of course, in the beginning I denied that. Later I tried to convince myself that I was bi. I HAD to like girls. People don't think it's right for someone to like the same sex.
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Emma convinced me to go to her niece's birthday party where we played seven minutes of heaven. It's basically being locked up in a closet or any other small and dark space and snogging the person they selected to go with you. Some people went even farther than just kissing but since I was only 12 I decided to just do the kissing part. Btw, that was also my first experience with anything else than just a hug.
For the first time going in that closet, I was doomed to kiss Charlie, the most annoying girl in school. Plus she was three years older than me. Scandalous much.
She smelled of chemical strawberries and she was very insistent on smearing her red, sticky lipgloss everywhere. After three minutes or so I pushed her off me and decided to just wait out the remaining minutes.
The second time going in there, however, someone decided to pair me with Elijah. He made a big deal of telling everyone how disgusting it was and how he wasn't going to do anything. At one point he even tried to take someone else in there, which I obviously would have preferred at that moment because I didn't know what to think of the decision to put us two in there at all. But after a while both of us went in anyway.
Nothing happened. Five minutes or so had passed but it seemed a lot longer than that. I tried to be as quiet as possible and ignored all of the questions going through my head. Someone outside the doors of the closet let us know we had 30 seconds left and then it happened.
A hand reached out for me in the dark. It touched my shoulder and then went up to my face. A second hand turned my head and I felt his lips press to mine. My mind went blank. Moments later Elijah opened the door and stepped out. I followed short after. People started asking questions and Elijah just waved them off, saying we just sat in silence and didn't do anything like he said we would do. And we did sit in silence but only part of what he told them was the truth.
I, too, told everyone that nothing happened but I think some people had some suspicions.
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I had decided that it was time to tell my parents. I've had three years to think it over. To think about the fact that I might be gay. Three years to plan what I would be telling my parents. By that time I got my first boyfriend, Thomas. We had been together for quite a few months actually. And we would be for three more years.
One Sunday morning at breakfast I sat down in across of my mom and dad at the table and declared I had to tell them something important.
I took my jacket zipper and started fiddling with it, thinking everything over one last time before just blurting out that I like boys and not girls. Silence fell and both my parents looked at me for a few seconds. Then my mom took my hand and smiled at me. She assured me that it didn't change anything and she loved me still the same. My dad didn't react like I hoped he would. At first he stayed silent, refusing to look at me or my mom.
Then he started laughing. The laughter turned into shouting. And five minutes after I came out he left. He walked out the door and only returned late that evening.
At night I could hear them arguing about it.
A few weeks had passed in which my dad didn't speak a word to me. Sometimes he even left the room I was in if my mom wasn't there. Many conversations between my parents had happened about the topic and I couldn't help but wish I never told them anything. One day during dinner, my dad declared that he wanted a divorce. I almost choked on my drink which got me a glare from my dad and then mom lost it.
She shot up from the table and pointed a finger at him. She started yelling at him about his ridiculous behaviour from the past weeks. About all things she did not like about his behaviour. The arguments, how he did some little things differently than she did and really it didn't have anything to do with the situation but she was just fed up with everything. If he didn't accept me for who I was he should just leave.
For the next three days my dad slept on the sofa instead of with my mom. Every time they passed each other they started a new argument about something small and after the fourth day he took his stuff and left. Mom broke down in the kitchen and I tried my best to comfort her.
The next day however, she seemed like a totally different person. She gathered all remaining things that my dad had left at home, stuffed it in a bag and threw it away. Then she took me to the most fancy restaurant in town and even to a gaming hall after. She told me how she doesn't felt sorry for anything that had happened and that she was happy to be finally able to do what she wanted to do and spend a little more on food and clothing and just nice stuff instead of the endless saving.
A few days later I invited Thomas over. My mom cooked our favourite food and we watched a movie together. It was so much different than when my dad was still around and I was actually enjoying it. The next few months were nice. Until the divorce was finalized. We lost the house and had to buy a smaller residence but we did get the car and we definitely had enough money. And at least I had Thomas to support me.
Or at least for two more years.
