Kicked Out (Day One)

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   I had trusted my foster family to accept me no matter what. But then again, they were Christians. I hoped that they weren't homophobes. 

   "Hey Christie, John," I had said

   "Yes, Grey?" Cristie had responded

   " What do you need?" John asked politely

   "Let's get one thing straight...I'm not," I said reluctantly

   "Your gay?!" John said angrily

   "Get out! Faggot!" Cristie had yelled

   I ran to my room and packed my stuff. I had tears running down my cheek. I ran out of the house and went to the bus stop. It was the closest place to me that has a shelter. I sat down on the bench. I put my knees up to my chest and rested my head on my knees. I wrapped my arms around my legs. I had sobbed for hours. This bus stop is abandoned so no bus comes.

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