Chapter Two
When I walk home from school on Monday, my Dad is standing at the door, arms crossed.
"What is this?" He demands, pulling out my....
"Diary!" I snatch the navy blue notebook from his hands. "How could you, Dad?? That's my own personal business!"
My Dad shakes his head, his face twisted with anger. " You've been writing about LGBTQ, haven't you? Have you forgotten that that rubbish is banned from my household? "
Tears rush from my eyes. "I hate you! So much!" I run all the way up to my room and hide my diary away under my bed. I look in my hand mirror and see that my face is red and blotchy .
"I don't feel like anything! I'm not a boy, not a girl! I hate it!"
I change into a hoodie and jeans and wipe my running nose with the back of my hand. My Dad doesn't understand anything. Not at all! He is just homophobic and doesn't care about my decisions.
Suddenly, someone knocks on the door.
"Come in," I say.
My Mother walks in. "Hey, sweetie. Are you ok?"
I shake my head vigorously . "No! Dad read my private diary and I just hate my life!"
" Shh, it'll be okay, honey. " She hugs me and pats my hair softly.
"I don't know what I am anymore." I begin to cry again.
Mom frowns. " Oh, honey. It'll be fine. I know you're confused, and that it's very hard to live with a homophobic Dad, but I promise it'll get better. "
I nod and sniffle. "I hope so..."
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