Coming Out

The Morning

I tried to tell my parents when I was in 8th grade but it didn't happen the words just couldn't come out.

Now I'm a Sofmore at Noma high school but damn this school is not  f**king gay school so I'm almost the only gay person at this school besides my friend Kayla she is pan that means she likes everyone no matter who the are we all are different I know a guy that use to go to our school he was Asexual he was a loner till ...he moved

Now I'm not ...how would say a or pan I'm gay like full on GAY.Every day I almost always wake up to my alarm or my brothers stupid music when I get up I fling myself across the room to my closet to pick out some clothes for the day but it usely are black pants black shirt and my ,friend that came from Virginia, Hamilton sweat shirt that she left at my house I'm just to lazy to give it back because she now lives in Virginia after five years living in what we like to call a "small town" but anyways I go to my bathroom to find my little brother in my makeup using  all my eyeliner up.

After I shoo them away I turn on my shower to cold and stand in it. My older brother bangs on the door for me to get out I say go shit in mom and dad's bathroom.

I turn off the shower to dry off and put on my black out fit. I go in to the kitchen to see my parents running all over the house I grab the ego waffles from the freezer and put it in the not turned on toster I start to hit the toster and my older brother comes up and plugs it in. I go and sit at the table and think the toster goes off I grab my egos and skim throw the fridge untill I find the apple juice but there was none so I grabbed orange juice instead once I was done I went to put on my space converse and grab my backpack and my bassoon and I walk to school. My street is one that peoople call the harry potter street because it's so boring in the morning and so magical in the evenings.