Date: 6/18/2018
By somewhere
At first, I was the normal me. I was once again on the football field outside school, this time with my mom, other people in the background. It was a peaceful evening and the sun gave the grass a dark golden glow, almost like that one snapchat filter. Later, I sat in an orange sofa at our school with some people, for example Erika from my class. Erika was telling us about a bunch of lice that had attacked her the other night and how her parents had therefore given her a big sharp knife that she could use to "bend her arm". I have no clue. Now, I was some random I think straight guy. I think he had black hair, pale skin and black clothes but I can't really remember. My parents showed up and they told me (or well this random guy) that they were convinced that I was gay. I told them that I was straight. And then I got a brain fart and I couldn't understand the word straight. I thought to myself, maybe my parents also got brain farts and therefore still thought I was gay. And my parents didn't accept that I was straight or something so, probably still thinking I was gay, they just left. Dad went into some classroom and mom went straight out the door, leaving me very annoyed and frustrated.