Can We Dim the Sun and Wonder Where We've Been?
"You sing these songs but they dont mean a thing!"
FRANK
Carrying my red bag, I sat in the small room. The bed was torn, the TV was old and broken down, and small box filled with bags of bread and semi-rotting fruit. "What...?"
"My mom and dad are kind of homophobic. Bi or gay people get MUCH less than strait people in this house, so Im constantly running away..." He trailed off.
"Oh..." I mumbled. "Why dont you stay somewhere?" I asked, pushing my black hair behind my ear. "Wait, are you gay?"
"Bi." He said quickly. "And I dont know anyone, I've been homeschooled since kindergarden."
TOBECONTINUED
Carrying my red bag, I sat in the small room. The bed was torn, the TV was old and broken down, and small box filled with bags of bread and semi-rotting fruit. "What...?"
"My mom and dad are kind of homophobic. Bi or gay people get MUCH less than strait people in this house, so Im constantly running away..." He trailed off.
"Oh..." I mumbled. "Why dont you stay somewhere?" I asked, pushing my black hair behind my ear. "Wait, are you gay?"
"Bi." He said quickly. "And I dont know anyone, I've been homeschooled since kindergarden."
TOBECONTINUED