My parents were always the strict type. No girls over, hanging out past 7 in unexcitable, and grades must be all A’s. I spent my days following the crowd. Get on the bus, go to school, get on a bus again and go home. When not in classes, or over weekends I spent most of my time the back corner of libraries. Libraries were the one place I could be myself. My parents let me go thinking I was studying, which is not totally a lie. I do study sometimes.
The librarian at the local library even gave me one of the old study rooms abandoned in the place. It has a desk with a few books I was using for a project, and then just some paper and pens. This town is one of those strict Cristian places that judges everyone for everything. Your hair is too long, or too short. That family has a gay kid. If anything happens it will be the talk of the month.
The most recent being this kid at my school. His name is Noah, er or more to say their name is Noah. He got outted after going to the local dinner with their family. A little slip up led to the whole town shunning the family. Noah is having his own kind of shunning at school. I don’t think there is anything wrong with them or their family, but if the others know I'll also be the one getting rejected. It's easier to pretend you are just part of the crowd.
My dad runs our local church. So, every Sunday I’m forced to listen to is biased and unreasonable sermons. Noah's family still has been showing up. My dad no longer greats them and they sit in the far back. This place in very anti LGBTQ so the word “faggot” makes its way into the sermon a few to many times sense Noah's families return to church. I always flinch, guess being a gay kid to preist is kind of clique, but that’s just how it is.
My situation is not great, but I hate to know what Noah's was, and is like now.
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