I have always lived in an extreme Christian household and I always tried my best to adhere to our view of chastity. However, when I was 13 I found out I was gay. I didn't want to tell my mother because they always said that it was a sin and I would never be allowed back home if I was gay. I kept this a secret for five whole years, and I tried my best not to get off with gay stuff. I tried and tried to make myself straight, but I couldn't. I don't have a job and they are paying for my college education. I felt scared because I can't find a job anywhere and I don't want to lose my college education.
So this evening my worst fear came true. I was visiting them and my mom came across my journal and read something I wrote when I was 14 or so. She banged on the door of my room and barged in. At this point, I could no longer hide the truth from her. I finally told her I was gay and I couldn't help it. She was scared, and she said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air". I whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could tell that this cab was rare but I thought now "Forget it. Yo Holmes, to Bel Air!" I pulled up to the house at around 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie "Yo Holmes, smell ya later!" I looked at my kingdom I was finally there, to sit on the throne as the prince of Bel Air.