Sylvain Keiràn Ikrà
PROFIL► AVATAR : Cameron Monaghan ► VOTRE AGE : 25 ►PORTRAIT : ► CIITATION : Never let them see you weak ► CREDIT : Me, tumblr ► ARRIVÉ LE : 04/04/2012
| Sujet: The boy behind the Gay Squirrel Ven 24 Mai - 15:44 | |
| I’ve never been an affordable boy. Since my childhood I learn how to be a boy the others prefers to leave alone. I was a perfectly charming, loving my brethren and helping any body needed it. But I was the one going to them; they never dare to come to me. I was scared of them, in real, but I never said it. My parents were so proud of my goodness and beauty… Especially my mother. She was always talking about me with her friends or my comrades’ mums. And I was trying to disappear, word by word she said. Then Matthew gets my attention. The Alaric’s son. Before I met him, I was thinking the only child from that family was forcibly love and surrounded by attentions. But it quickly appears that he wasn’t at least. Well, not at all. He come to school with black brands on arms, the fourth day of our third year. The teacher saw it, get a pout and then ignored the whole thing. Shocked, I wrinkled my little gathered nose under my freckles and crossed my arms. Why those brands? I had the same, once, when my grand brother hit me because I was spying him with a pretty blond girl from school. He is twelve, my brother, and he’s great! But so, come back to sheep. I had a brand like that when I receive a shock. Was he shocked by his parents, like in black films? Who can hurt a so pretty and sweet looking little boy? A three year old boy? I cannot believed it. So I go to him, talk to him, and we become friends. Best friends ever saw in the school. I made him spoke him about his father’s actions, and promised to respect the silence. He was and will stay the only one knowing Tarek Thompson. The real. How would you do for be in peace? I choose the hiding image. I became the “gay squirrel”. A squirrel, yep. Matthew give me that name when I came back from Idaho and get in SRHS. Then the favourite game of my sisters become “find our true brother”. They never found him. And at school I won the peaceful life I’ve ever expected for. No ones cares about who I was behind the little ginger haired boy and my coloured skinny clothes. No body ever wondered what was hiding my homosexual identity. And that's why I overplayed this role all along the High School. But a mask can't be eternal, right ? Now the challenge is to grabb the rests of the young Tarek Thompson and take them into the light. I wonder who will try...
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