Hair Colors: A Short Story

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It’s always the hardest thing in the world to let out a secret that you’ve been holding in your whole life. The day I first told my biggest secret, in that exact moment, my mind couldn’t decide whether it was the best or worst decision of my life. It was January 1st 2014, the beginning of a brand new year. Usually when theres a new year approaching, people feel as if they need to change something about themselves. Change can be a new style of clothing, to a different hair color. But no matter what the year was or how many changes I planned to make, nothing would change unless I got rid of the biggest secret I lived with, which was that I was gay. My entire life, I have went back and forth contemplating on whether I should come out to everyone, …show more content…
I automatically knew, someone was telling her. Her eyes glew, and her face turned bright red, and surprisingly, she looked happy. She came to me, and once she started walking towards me, I felt nauseas and nervous. Not knowing her reaction was driving me crazy. But when she came to me, all she said was “Finally” and gave me a high five. When that word came out of her mouth, my heart sank. My stress decreased and it was like I felt it crawl out my body myself. My brother knew too, and told me that if anyone was to mess with me about it, he would take care of it. The only reaction that surprised me was my sister. I thought she would be happy, but she didn’t do anything but hide under the covers and stay quiet. It affected me a lot, but I ignored it and just focused on the fact that I came out to someone who is part of my family, something I never thought could …show more content…
I didn’t blame her because I knew that it was big news and it wasn’t something easy to take in, so I wasn’t upset. Once we stepped in the room, my heart automatically sank and I began to cry. I cried with so much fear and so much sorrow for about fifteen minutes, because it was hard for me to process the fact that I am telling my mom the biggest secret of my life, right to her face. As soon as she saw me cry, she got so worried and started yelling at me, telling me that I was scaring her. Once I caught my breath, the words were on the tip of my tongue and were rolling back down to my throat like a yoyo. My hands were sweating and my head was pounding so hard. But all of it went away when I said the words “I’m

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