All in a moment

prologue

Hi, my name is Skye. I'm a boy. Yeah, I get it, right now you're probably thinking " Isn't Skye a girly name." We'll get there eventually but right now I need you to understand something. This is not a story about a boy meeting a girl and then Falling in love. This isn't a story about overcoming some sort of trauma... even though there was trauma and it never faded. But don't worry to much it also isn't really a sad story, that much. No this is a story about a boy, a boy who thought he knew exactly what everybody thought. I thought wrong.

26 August 2018
Dear Diary
It's probably around 10 pm and needless to say it's way past my bedtime, especially seeing as tommorow's the first day of a new school year but I can say in all honesty that I'd rather be kinapped by Russian outlaws and have my organs illegally harvested in some cheap motel bathroom, than having to go to school tommorow.
I know, I know. I'm "overreacting" but it just feels so sickening to have to go to school tomorrow with everybody dealing with there own little problem and supressing it in fake happiness and a facade of bliss while it eats away at there emotions.
And the sad truth is we all have problems, even me. But I'm not telling you what my problem is diary... for some simple reason, or was it excuse? Maybe I just hate opening up or maybe I'm just trying to avoid all the fatal blows that reality might just dish me.
Anyways I'm going way of topic and you're probably still wondering why I don't want to go to school tommorow. Well to be honest I'm not what you would call popular at school. In fact I don't have a crowd or even a person at school. I have a bathroom stall and a diary to keep me company. I guess I can't complain since my invisibilty has resulted in a record of about 5 years bully free-ness.

But it's getting late now and the tides have said good night.
Till next time.

I sighed as I closed the leather book I had received for my birthday last year on the ground. I was to tired to put it back on the desk and just laid there in a fetal position next to it on the floor, luckily I had a mat. The room was warm and I allowed myself to be enveloped in the darkness as the sleep caught in on me.
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I woke up a few hours later it was like 5 a.m. I struggled to sleep alone, so I was usually up early and then I'd probably just watch some series. But today was different. It's the first day of 11th grade. My best friend Mercedes, who lived all the way over in New York, has to come live with us because her parents are going on a "journey around the world" which is basically them making a bunch of mini documentaries that "are going to save the world."

My alarm went off and I realized it was 5:50 a.m. I started heading to the shower and heard my mom get up. She wasn't much of an early bird. But there were five things that should always be worshipped in our house: #1 Elvis Presley
#2 Christmas
#3 Friday Family Night
#4 good ju-ju
#5 Breakfast

Which is why she is now in the kitchen whooping up a batch of whatever it is she's cooking before kissing me and my dad goodbye and slumping back to bed.

My father on the other hand, was ready to take on the world single handedly after having one of my mom's famously made coffees.

I wished one day that I would be able to share something like that with the person I loved, but chances were slim seeing as I had a secret that nobody else knew and that is that I'm gay. My parents don't know. It's not that they won't support me, it's just that I don't want to be that kid who forces their parents to walk on eggshells, in fear of setting me off and sending me into a teen depression phase ( an: not that I say that it actually happens its just our overly melo-dramtic young protagonists thoughts and mama needs some drama, I mean wouldnt it be just dandy if he could just tell everybody he's gay and then we'd have no storyline for like seven chapters cause we skipped the hard part). But I'll tell them eventually. Obviously with the right pta (place, timing, atmosfere) but for now it was coffee, school and then Mercedes.