Kris sat alone in his room, sulking. He once again messed things up with his parents. He was always the cause of their unhappiness, all because they didn't accept him. Well, they weren't technically his parents. His real parents gave him up when he was born, but nobody knows quite why. "We took you in with open arms and open hearts, and you repay us with this! After all the years we fed you and clothed you, you throw this pile of shit onto us!? How dare you be such filthy gay scum, go to your room this instant, and don't come out until dinner." Those were the words of his "father" Richard. "why can't I just be normal and accepted like everyone else..." He flopped into his desk chair and drew. He wasn't even quite sure exactly what it was he was drawing, but this was just the way he vented. He looped lines creating big beautiful colourful swirls with different coloured inks. But then, he stopped.
