"Grayson! " I hear my mom shout. I drop the box of clothes I had just packed, and rush down stairs.
I rush into the family room, where I had heard her shout my name from, to find her sitting on the couch.
"Hey honey, can you go grab my phone? It's in the kitchen. "
I look at her, frustrated. "Yes mom. " I sigh.
I walk into the kitchen to find everything packed into boxes. I look around and see her phone on the counter next to the sink. I grab it and walk to her.
"Here. You worried me mom. I thought you had gotten hurt. " I explain
She chuckles. "Gray, if I got hurt, I wouldn't have shouted for you. You can't even pick up a penny. How would you help!? "
I looked at her with a serious face, then I laugh. "I'm not that weak, mom. "
She laughs and gives me a "sure." Then goes onto her phone. "I'm sorry I called you down here just to grab my phone for me. I'm just so tired from packing. I've been packing since 6 this morning! "
I look at the clock still hanging on the wall, above where the tv use to be. It's already 7 PM. I've been packing for 11 hours. Wow.
"It's alright mom, I understand. You need to rest for the night, i'm going to go pack a bit more. Love ya! " I say, then I run up the stairs into my room.
"Love you honey! " she shouts.
I look down on my floor, all the clothes I had just packed are all over the floor. I sigh, bending over to put them all back into the box.
After I clean up, I decide to just go to bed and finish packing tomorrow. After all, we are leaving at 3 PM tomorrow, and I only have a few more things to pack.
I push all of my boxes out of my way, shut off my light, and climb into bed.
It takes a while for me to fall asleep. All I can think about is missing my friends and family. Then again, I only had around 3 friends here, and they never really talked to me anyways. Plus, the school I go to is very religious. Most students don't support the LGBTQ+ community, including my friends. If they had found out I'm bisexual, I would lose them all.
At least I won't have to go here next year. It's currently summer break, so recently I haven't delt with any homophobic bullshit.
Besides for when my mom forces me to go to church with her. She gives speeches about how "There's only two genders. " and "Same sex marriage is sinning. "
It scares me that one day she'll find out about me being bisexual. I hate it here.
Hopefully in New York it'll all be better.
After a while of thinking about how things will go in NY, I slowly start to fall asleep.