"Jason get up and make my breakfast!" My so called father screams at me. I'm so glad and upset that school starts today. I am tired of seeing my dad all day, but I don't want to go back to school to get bullied all the time, just because I am gay.
After making my father breakfast. I head to school. Since I don't have a car, I have to walk to school.
On they way to school I think about how I got myself into this situation. I mean I have no friends and everyone hates me. Even my dad. Wait a minute. Why do I call him dad anyways. Okay, for now on I am going to call him Blythe.
Ever since I was 10 it has been like this. That's the age when my mom died. After that my da-... Blythe went crazy. I don't understand how someone could