Consequences

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I've never really been one to talk about my feelings. The whole "tell me, I'll understand" shit never works. I've been to 3 different gay conversion camps but none of them worked. I'll just be a sinner for the rest of my life. And to all the bitches that say it gets better, go to hell.

A catholic mom plus a gay son equals living hell.

But whatever.

It's her life, not mine. So right now all I have to do is deal with the things on my plate. Which is great. I fucking love my life.

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What's it like being gay and living with a catholic mom you might ask.
Well, it's simple.
1. Read the Bible.
2. Don't talk back or you'll get your ass whooped.
3. NEVER go into her room.
4. Always remember you are nothing and a disgrace to God.

So that's it. That's my life. It sucks, but it's the one I live every day. My life is like the one Alessia Cara song Here but without friends and a gay boy to top it all off.
Well today, I don't give a fuck.

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"Hey, loser! I hear you like trash!" He continues, throwing a ball of paper at my face. "Get out of my town bitch." He spits. I take deep breaths, wipe off my face, and walk to my class with my head down, covering my face with my jacket.

I walk in the doorway to feel eyes looking and mouths whispering. High school is the equivalent to a burning asteroid crashing onto Earth with a powerful punch. It's my world and dreams just crumbling down in an instant.

Classes go by like everyday, casual bullying in the hallways, walking alone, eating alone, being alone. Everything was a normal day until he walked up to me in my car. Mason Thrombey. The hottest jock, football quarterback, the pride and joy of Denton Regional High School, and the Denton Dingos.
"Mason Thrombey." I say astounded.
"Yes."
"Mason Thrombey."
"Yes."
"THE Mason Thrombey?"
"Yes."
"Why are you in my car?!" I asked.
He hands me two papers.
"Listen, two things. Number one: I need you to do my homework,"
"Wh-"
"because I'll fail second period if I don't get at least a C. Number two: the second paper has my phone number and address, text me when you're finished with it and then drive to my house and I'll pick it up."
"Why me?" I ask.
"Ok good talk, bye." He pats my shoulder and walks out of my car and back into the school.
"What the hell just happened?"

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That night I lay in bed thinking about the interaction I had with the hottest guy in school. There was no way he was gay, and if he even was then why would he like me. I'm just a dumb miserable loser.

Like my mom puts it, "God doesn't love you, and he will never love you ever. You are a disgrace to this family and to god. You are just like your father."

Well, that's it, a day in the life of Benjamin Elliot Quinn.