Warning: This chapter contains implied abuse. Please don’t read if this could be triggering for you!
“… And the Big Plum has reported the largest turnout for their Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, and Transgender Pride festival since its origin almost twenty years ago.”
Darion walked back to the living room after showing Aidyn to the door. “Is the news still on? I need to do a current events report for school tomorrow.”
Chris sighed as he glanced at the clock. “Yes, but it’s almost over. This is probably the last story, so this is the one you’ll have to do. I hope your friend doesn’t have a report to finish as well.”
“He did it last week, when it was first assigned.”
“Good for him, bad for you. Go sit down at the table and write down exactly what I tell you– no more, no less.”
Darion nodded, bringing a notebook and pencil with as he followed his dad’s instructions.
“You ready? ‘Over the weekend, San Myshuno held the largest Pride Festival the city has seen since it began nearly twenty years ago…'”
Darion sighed with relief once his report met his father’s approval nearly twenty minutes later. “There, now you should have an A. I’m not going to help you with any other assignments, but I expect that they will be the same quality as this one. Do you understand?”
“Yes, but I have a question.”
“What’s a pride festival?”
“WERE YOU NOT PAYING ATTENTION?”
Darion winced. “Youwerekindoftalkingthroughthewholestory.”
“Speak up. I can’t hear you.”
“Never mind– I’m going to go use the computer to look up some stuff for a history project.”
“That’s fine. Supper will be ready in half an hour.”
After retreating into the office, Darion tried to search for “pride festival” but still couldn’t figure out what it was. Then he noticed another word that kept coming up in the search results– “gay.” After finding the Simpedia page for the word, things made more sense. Noticing that it was time to eat, Darion deleted his search history and went to join his dad for supper.
He didn’t get any food. His dad had been outside the whole time, watching him through the office window. He was sent to his room for the night with questions that would never be answered. Like the braided rainbow bracelet his dad always wore, though he couldn’t be gay. Not with all the women he tried to flirt with.