Under the peach tree (discontinued)

A trip to Canada part 2/2

this chapter is going to be longer then the last.

I sit down on the other side of the table. Mother looked way to calm for the situation. Father sat looking down at his lap, he looked like he was on the verge of tears.

My leg shook under the table as mother spoke, " Augustus, you know we just want you to be successful. We were willing to forgive some of your... feminine qualities, but this. Do you hate us, are you trying to hurt us, Augustus. please reconsider. We don't want to repeat what happened with your sister, now do we."

I want to yell at her, tell her that I'm not doing this because I hate you. I'm 'doing' this because I don't have a choice in who I like. But she would never understand, she would push away things she doesn't want to believe. It was silent for what felt like minutes but was only 5 seconds. The air weighs thick and heavy with tension. The silence was beginning to become unbearable. Fathers voice had broken the sour sound of the white noise.

"Now we don't want you to think we hate you or don't love. Augustus trust me when I say we love you. But you know this isn't right." There was a moment of silence, I assume he wanted me to respond. "Auggy?"

"Ya, I know," I say standing up from the table. "I'm going to go get my things, I got to leave for the airport soon anyways." I walk out of the dining room, not even daring to look back at my parents. I quickly grab my suitcase and the small duffle bag. Both of these only holding the essentials, my other belongings will be coming shortly after I get there. I pull on my running shoes and wait for father since hes driving me to the airport.

***small time skip brought to you by me resitting the urge to describe what August is wearing***

The car ride to the airport was silent. Very few words were spoken, and I didn't mind that. It let me think, my mind goes to how I got into this situation in the first place.

(flashback is going to in italics)

I had already decided I wanted to go to school somewhere far away from here. taking the chance I have to get away from my parents, I don't even want to stay in Ireland. but I don't want to go to someplace like the U.S either, so I settle for Canada. There were some nice schools over in B.C.

Ok, now all I need is a place to stay. I was thinking of staying in student housing, but I just couldn't afford it. I searched a bit more, but most places rents I couldn't afford. then I stumbled upon and add, it read:

housemate wanted 3 stories, 8 bedroom house, no real rent need as long as you pitch in some money. 7 boys already live here, 4 of them go to (school?). Which is a 10-minute driveway, the town is a 20-minute drive away. you must be a boy, very open mined, not homophobic, transphobic, racist, ablest, est. 41, 5th street.

Rick Moreno

xxx-xxx-xxxx

It was perfect for him, he called the info at the bottom of the page. the phone rang once and then twice before it was picked up on the other end.

"Hello, this is Rick Moreno," the voice sung of the other end. From what I could tell he had a light accent, Australian maybe?

"Um... Hi, I was calling about the ad I saw about you renting out the leftover room."

"OH, of course."

The conversation continues for a bit. He asked me some questions. And in the end, he said I can move in whenever I was ready. we settled on the date august 10th.

(back to the present)

Today was August 10th, finally, I would be able to get away from mother. It was the only thing I thought about as I got out of the car, hugging father goodbye.

The airport was crowded with people. Up until then, I had always had someone with me at an airport, it was really scary by yourself. I eventually made it trough, just in time for the plane to start boarding. The plane was small and there weren't a lot of people bored. Nobody was sat beside me. The plane had begun to take off. when we were in the sky everything hit me, I would say like a brick but that's not the right feeling. like your childhood bullies coming back after all these years just to hit you in the groin with a dodgeball.

Tears began to swell in my eyes, but I just couldn't hold them back. I let them out they ran down MY face as I whimpered and whined, sniffling every once in a while. it really wasn't pretty.

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Auggy is kinda dead inside.

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