Crash!
The window was smashed to smithereens. Quickly, we ran inside. My fathers' estate would soon be taken as what is rightfully mine.
He has disowned me years ago, roughly when I was 13, due to me not being the perfect son he wanted. I was tall and skinny, blonde hair, blue eyes. Almost perfect. Just one thing was wrong, I was gay. If I had been straight, I wouldn't have been disowned, but that one time he walked in on me kissing a boy was the end of it. After that, he yelled at me, told me to pack my bags and kicked me out.
It's been about 10 years since there. Now I'm back. Back to a place I never felt secure to be myself, where I always felt out of place from a safe secure place I had been in for the past 5 odd years.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
That one kid
RastgeleThis was one of my stories from when we did creative writing before every lesson in English classes last year. I fixed A LOT of spelling and grammar mistakes and tried to make it less cringey.
