I Hate Down Pillows

By Vanilla Nitemare

Needed: Beta Editor (Grammar and Flow)

Still Gay

Chapter One. Scene One.

Of all the stupid things my mother has thought of, boarding school was the worst. I hate switching schools almost every year but to be stuck in a room with someone I have never met? No, I don't want to do that. I would hate that more than switching schools. My sister probably feels the same, she cried for days before mom finally offered her a laptop as compensation. She stopped crying. That is great, but I know whenever she gets that distant look on her face and she sucks in her lower lip, she is holding it in.

I hate my mom for this. Years of telling us a family has to stick together and she is sending us away. We had it drilled in our heads she wouldn't walk out on us like dad, and she is walking away like he did. She is going to seperate us and walk away.

If she hates me fine, but don't take me away from Anna. She is so small and fragile, I can't help but worry about her.

"Adrian?" The she-devil herself, my mother. She has face she gets whenever she wants to talk seriously. My sister is asleep in the back seat, rolled into a sleeping back. We have been driving for five hours now, two hours since our last rest stop. "Adrian?"

"Yes." If you could describe my reply as anything, it would be terse. Terse in the hard, solid 'I just slammed my bedroom door in your face' type of way. She doesn't seem to keen on my answer. Usually when I get like this she would make a joke, mock me, something. Instead her face turns into a thin line, as thin as I've seen yet. She is very serious, but I can't put it in my head to care. In fact, I really don't care. Not one bit. Get serious mother. I don't give a damn anymore.

"Anna's school is going to be just across town from you. Can you check in on her on weekends?" She is beating around the bush, and her stick just smacked me in the foot. Right across town? That isn't as far as I thought. Of course I will check on her, I love my sister. I love her, I would jump for joy.

"Why?" I say instead. Of course my mouth has to bite out the annoyed word. Never do I speak back to an adult. I am polite and gracious, and my mother is my favorite person. She is fun and spontanious, but not anymore. Now we actually are mother and child, bitch and bastard.

"Adrian, don't make me out to be the bad guy." She is whining, pleading. If she weren't driving she would be on her knees, crying. No, she was not the bad guy, we asked to stop changing schools, and she came up with a solution. I hate solutions.

"What do you really want to talk about." I snap. I usually let her build up momentum, but not today. It's asshole Adrian day and if you are lucky you can get a two for one sale price.

"Have you..." She pauses to take a sip from her coffee. "Have you heard from your father?" Father? The man who walked out on us. No Mother, I haven't spoken to him since his new girlfriend, oh, I mean wife, asked if they could take Anna. Instead I have canceled all my calls from him and ignored any attempt at contact whatso ever.

"No." I say this pointedly.

"Oh, okay." She says. She resumes her driving and I turn to stare out the window. That gnawing feeling inside me, why did she asked that. Do I dare asked, and why would she care? If I ask her, will she get mad? Will she cry? Will she? Another hour has past before my nerve starts to go up.

I open my mouth, close it, pause. Fifteen minutes of struggling to say something. Before anymore time goes by my mother looks at me, her eyes studying my face for a brief glance, back to the road, back to my face.

"We're here, wake your sister." She says finally. I nodded, unable to speak, to ask, why. My sister is up in ten seconds looking out the windshield. Her school comes into view, large, with stone siding. It is definately a good school. The gardens are nice, the door looks like good wood. Windows are pretty. She'll probably like it here. The Girls J. Warren academy. I was at the Boys J. Warren academy. Right across town. I'll get to see Anna every weekend. I won't see her every day. I won't see my mom every day.

Needless to say, we are all crying when Anna goes into the building with the lady who mom has dealt with extensively online and through the phone.

Now it's my turn. My turn to find my fate until I go to college, which is only about a year from now. College...fun.

My sister's sleeping bag is still in the back. My mom is still crying. Worst of all I am going to my school. I am still stuck going there. I will still be stuck with a room mate. It's still an all boy's school. The hard part, I'm still gay.

A/N: Okay, Yes. Corny beginning. Deal with it. It's the introduction Scene...SHH!