He came to a turquoise front door, opened it and ran up the stairs. He heads into a room that looks like it belongs to a little girl, pastel purple walls plastered with band posters, concert tickets and group photos of a girl with dark blonde hair and some with bleached blonde hair. Stuffies and clothes littered the floor and a large wardrobe was against the wall. Downstairs the front door opened and the sound of someone coming in could be heard.
"Luna, you home love?" A female voice called.
"Mom's home, you're in trouble now. She's gonna find out. You can't hide it forever." The voice in his head spoke.
"I can, and I will." He replied.
He turns on the spot looking for a place to hide, he sees the wardrobe and he heads over to it. As he opens the large brown doors, a nicely organised wardrobe is revealed. He pushes racks of dresses, all with the price tags still on, to the side and climbs in, carefully shutting the doors behind him to not make a noise. He can hear his mom's footsteps coming up the stairs.
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Luka
Short StoryCloseted transgender, running from who he really is, hiding from his friends and family. Will he embrace who he truly is?
