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light sat down, sighing, “why is my life so boring?’ he sighed, “i need some entertainment…”

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"i can help with that!" austin yelled, approaching light

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"who are you…?" light asked, "what are you…?’

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"im austin…" the kangaroo boy said with a sly wink

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light blushed “h-hi… Im light yagami…” why was his pulse so fast? he felt sick. what wascoming over him. he was normally so cool. but with austin…

I went through my childhood knowing nothing about racists or homophobics or judgment in general. It may seem like I was sheltered but that wasn’t the case. My mom and dad never did allow for things like that to corrupt me. It wasn’t until around the age of 10 when i started to realize what some people thought. I was at my dads parents house and had flipped the TV over to the Ellen show because I thought it was funny when my grandmother walked in and said ” turn that off right now” I simply asked her why, and that I liked Ellen. The told me that Ellen was gay and that that meant she liked girls and not boys and that it was wrong because the Bible said it was wrong. From that moment on I saw things differently. I would often question my sexuality and whether not my family would accept me if I did turn out to be gay. Around the age of 13 I realized that I really didn’t care much for religion and honestly didn’t believe any of the things they told me in Sunday school. From there I began to refer to myself as an Atheist but never around my grandparents in fear that they wouldn’t accept me. This is also around the time that I started to change. In my early teenage years I began to dress in darker clothing, I didn’t wear skirts anymore and dresses were gone. Pink wasn’t in my vocabulary anymore..

Of course my parents accepted the new direction immediately but that didn’t mean much to the kids at school who would often call me names like “emo” or “Gothic whore” they’d tell me to slit my wrists or jump off a bridge. No one really liked me.. After a while i gained friends wo accepted me and loved me. I had finally realized that the reason I had felt so strongly about gay marriage was because I was a bisexual myself. I didn’t care if everyone in the school knew, just as long as my parents didn’t know. This is also around the time that I cut my hair into a pixie cut and never turned back. I got my first real girlfriend and it went well. Still no matter how I tried to ignore it someone always cut us just short of being happy because of how they thought the world should be. I gave up on trying to change things because people will never change and there will always be some one there to cut you down… Life fucks you no matter what so have staying a virgin in hell…

Im done