Bills pov
After looking at Stan I went to my desk and began to draw.
I drew a boy with long blonde curly hair. Skin as white as a ghost. And lips crimson red.
This time it wasn't Stan.
I didn't know who it was.
Just a person who came into my head randomly.
I heard the door open to see my Mom had entered the room.
"Hi" I sniffed.
"Hey Billy."
"You ok" she said awkwardly patting me on the shoulder.
" Yeah I'm fine."
" You sure."
" Yeah."
" What are you drawing."
" Nothing."
I quickly covered my picture with my arm. I didn't like people seeing my pictures, especially not my Mom.
"Why won't you show me."
"Em I don't like it."
"Oh come on honey I hate when you do this."
" Huh."
" It makes me think that your hiding things from me."
Well of course I'm hiding things from you, you're not the most supportive person.
"You know you can tell me anything."
Hah yeah sure.
"I know."
I slowly handed my Mom the drawing.
She carefully studied it. I could see her eyes moving up and down the page very slowly.
"Its very good Bill."
"Thank you."
"Its a very pretty girl."
"Its a..a..a boy actually."
"Really."
My smile slowly began to fade.
This is why I don't show her my stuff.
"Its a boy" she looked at me confused.
"Yes."
" A boy,with long hair, lipstick, bracelets and a crop top."
" Mmhmm."
" Do you know any boys who look like that."
" N..no."
" Oh ok."
" It looks like a girl to me."
She put down the page and walked out.
I crumpled.
I hated what she just did.
It made me want to push her out a window. How dare she say that. She does not have the right to assume those things. No one does.
And she says that she will support me no matter what. Yeah I wish I could believe that Mom.
