PrologueA Chapter by Demtrie ElemI would have never thought my parents would kick me out for
being gay. They never showed any negativity to other people who were gay, but I
guess that was a lie. A purely cruel and almost evil lie that surrounds them,
hidden under their wonderfully rich kindness towards others. It feels like it
all started ever since I was born, now look at me… Sixteen, alone on the
streets, a drop-out and as my father said a waste of man. However, there is one
place that I know where I won’t be judge, my grandma’s place in Florida. Grandma Vivian knew I was gay and it had been
our secret for years, and her friends: Grandma Evelyn and Grandma Rwanda kept
my secret too. Whenever I went to Grandma Vivian’s, I felt safe. I ran to the
nearest telephone and used the spare change I keep in my pocket and called my
grandma. It felt like an eternity waiting for her to answer, but when she did I
tried not to burst into tears. “What
is it sweetie?” Grandma answered with her thick southern accent. “Grandma.”
I tried to phrase the next words correctly but all I could do is cry. “Honey
is everything alright?” Grandma’s concerned voice made me tremble more. “No.” “They
know, don’t they?” “Yes
and I am on the streets.” “Well
sweetie, I am coming up to get you now.” “No
Grandma.” “But
why not, my sweet Warren?” “Because
I am coming to you now in two days I’ll be there.” I knew it would take me more
than that but at least I gave her times. “Alright,
but hurry.” “Ok.
Bye grandma, I love you.” “I
love you too and see you soon.” I hung
up and cried on the floor of the toll booth trying to figure out my next move.
I took off my bag and walked over to a dry place in the alley and took out my
stuff: a wallet with forty bucks and my driver’s license, a shirt, a pair of
shorts, my journal, my iPod and charger, and the love note I had written my
sophomore year, but never put a name for I knew one day I will find my true
love. I looked at all my things and I began to cry
once more and slapped my head for forgetting my Rolex watch. However, I knew
time more than anything and had no need for it but I was planning to pawn it to
get money. I knew it would be worth a pretty penny but I forgot to get it from
my dresser. Then the idea struck me as the soft
droplets seemed to solidify from the dark pre-dawning sky in North Carolina. I
quickly repacked all of my belongings and ran to the bus station a few streets
down. The woman at the window seemed to hate being there and seemed to have had
a rough night. I smiled and walked slowly up to
the window and said, “May I please have a one-way ticket to Miami, Florida?” “Sure. How long do you wanna take?”
She said with a thick Yankee accent. “Two days.” I said swiftly almost
gleefully. “Fifteen bucks then.” I handed her the money and she gave
a ticket to bus 245-911. Irony, huh? I
thought to myself as I looked around the bus station. Then, I saw it across the
way and ran to it and almost fell in an oil spill. I made it just as the driver
was going to pull away. The old man gave me a look of
curiosity as I walked in. There was no one on the bus as we pulled away. It
gave me a chance to relax and find a clean and comfortable seat on the front of
the bus. I slumped down and started tear up slightly wishing I had a phone to
call grandma but that thought was quickly renounced when a longing to sleep hit
me. I took off my bag and placed it on the corner of the seat and laid my long
brown hair head hitting the soft part of the bag. After what seemed a perpetual
drive to a paradise I fell into an immediate dreamless sleep. © 2013 Demtrie ElemAuthor's Note
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Added on July 4, 2013 Last Updated on July 4, 2013 AuthorDemtrie ElemColumbus, GAAboutI'm an aspiring writer in my free time and would like to harness this creativity and gather information on how to improve it. more..Writing
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