A Writing Exercise

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A Writing Exercise

Because while doing Nano, I will often be inspired to write just about anything that has nothing to do with my work-in-draft, I present to you, a slice of life:

Secrets are like cicadas. They want light and fresh air. No matter how deep you bury them, eventually, they dig their way out.

I had a normal family. My mothers were good, hardworking people and loved me and my brother. They probably spoiled us a little, but they raised us to be good people too.

I knew I was different before I understand words like deviant. And sinful. And damned.

I first realized it at my best friend’s birthday party. I saw his older sister, and I stared at her. She smiled, and a dimple appeared beside her mouth. She was so pretty. I wanted to hear her voice. To know what her hair smelled like. I wanted to kiss her. Not like a friend, but the way mommies or daddies kiss each other

I knew that was wrong. Boys and girls aren’t supposed to kiss that way. My stomach twisted into knots, and my throat went tight. Everyone would know. I was certain everyone would see it in my face. That I was different, and weird. They would hate me. They would tell me to go away.

I threw up my pizza and popcorn. Tears poured down my face.

Mommy scooped me up in her arms. I clung to her, sobbing, and begged her not to get rid of me. I don’t think she understood a word I said. She felt my forehead, and sang lullabies to me. She gathered up our stuff and carried me out of the party. At home, she tucked me in bed, took my temperature and called the doctor.

She didn’t know. No one knew. I could keep the feelings a secret. Bury them deep down inside me. No one would ever guess.

And maybe, I could be normal.

Maybe.

I’m not sure who this character is yet, but I know he’s important. Hopefully, I’ll soon find out why.

Cheers