This Has been going on for days, the name calling the physical abuse, I’ve been coming home with scratches and bruises, some my parents have noticed, and asked what happened, which my reply was, I tripped and fell on something and that I was fine. I’m not sure how long they are going to believe me, but sooner they were going to start investigating. I now have no friends at all, Monique was my only friend, but she was just using me, to get with them, the cool kids of school. I was nothing to her, I’ve been nothing to everyone. Except my parents, I was walking home that night it was starting to get dark more earlier then usual, meaning that winter was on it’s way. I walk through the door and stop immediately in front of the door, things were packed up tight, like if were moving.
“Mom, Dad what’s going on?” my mom and dad came out from the kitchen with suite cases. They looked at me for sometime. “what’s going on why is everything in the living room and kitchen packed.
“We are moving.” My mom said
“Why.”
“Something has popped up.” My dad said sternly.
“Where to?”
“Well, we are moving to Utah.” My dad said pointing to him and mom.
“What about me.”
“You’re staying here.”
“But why.” My dad walked up to me and put a hand on my shoulder.
“We didn’t raise you like this…” is all he said before there was a moving van out there, it at completely slipped my attention but movers had came in and moved the boxes and other stuff. Dad moved passed me and walked toward the cab.
“Everything you need is in the kitchen…. money food everything, we wish you luck….call us when you decide that you want to be a man we can’t live here with people attacking us because you can’t simply decide what gender to be… just be the one you were born.” And with that she hugged me and walked passed me. I watched them both put a suitcase in the trunk and hop in. the movers had moved out the last of the stuff.
It wasn’t long before I was standing in a empty house. Now I have no one. I walked up to my room, where everything was still enact. I sat on my bed and felt the tears fall down my check. I guess now Its time to start anew life.
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Dream Girl (GXG)
Teen FictionThis story is about a 16 year old boy named Kenny who lives in NY, NY. There everyone is cool and down with what the latest thing happening on the streets but Kenny just wants one thing and that’s to be a girl. He often wishes he could be re...
