*Alexa POV; Midnight*

Flashes of the past shoot through my brain, swerving in and out of my mind. My body is stiff and unmoving, my fists clenching and Unclenching. My 9th birthday. A bouncy castle. A tall man with black hair and mismatched socks, bouncing and laughing. He was holding my hands.

'This is so much fun! Thanks dad'

'Happy birthday sweety!'

Christmas 2027. I was 10. I ripped open the stripy wrapping paper to reveal my first proper laptop. I was so excited that I fell down the stairs and hit my head.

'Oh God are you alright honey?!' Another man. Taller this time, with brown hair and an earring. Dan Howell, my favourite author, my dad.

A Chinese restaurant.

'I have to work in America for two months'

The next day. I fought with my best friends. Then two weeks later. Oh, the awful memory is flooding back. The punches, the kicks. The slaps. The groaning. The excruciating pain in my stomach. Then the next day. The glass coming towards my eye. Then the rock. The rock that made me forget. The rock that made me pass out. The rock that ruined two grown men's lives. Being ushered away by a lady in a very unflattering pantsuit. Living in a big house with loads of chavvy kids who thought smoking was cool. Then being in custody of Carrie and Alex. My birth parent. The parents who I thought I'd been brought up by. But I haven't. I'd been brought up by Phillip Michael Lester, a tall man with a childish personality and a face that makes you automatically trust him, and Daniel James Howell, a man taller still, with a hasty personality and an unhealthy obsession with keeping his hair pristine. My dads. My two gay dads and our slightly dysfunctional family. Before I know it, it's morning. I rip the bed covers off and run to the bathroom. Immediately sliding down the wall, I cry. What have I done?

'Lex?' A small tap on the door. 'Lex, are you okay?'

'No' I reply simply.

'Whats up?' My dad taps on the door, telling me to let him in.

'I want mum' dad sighs.

'Shes gone to London, and we're going up there after school' I unlock the door.

'I want my dad' I say quietly. He shifts from foot to foot.

'Im your dad, silly!'

'No! The dads that have brought me up for the last 11 years because YOU didn't want me!' My voice raises. He gasps.

'Where has all this come from?'

'I want to go home. I want to go to my dads'

'Well you can't! They're in London! Now get ready for school, and I don't want to hear another word about this okay?'

*3 hours later*

I haven't been able to think straight all day. I've been crying on and off, and I won't talk to anyone. My friends are keeping their distance, which I'm glad about. I'm just sitting in the far corner of the library, reading a book from 20 years ago, called the Hunger Games. I found it in my dads room, and he told me that it was his favourite book when he was 25. I've read it loads, all three of them, yet I still can't stop. I put it down when I'm aware of a presence above me.

'Why've you been crying?! Finally been kicked out because your parents found out how much of a LESBIAN you are?!' I feel my fists curl into a ball, but then I let go after I remembered what happened last time I got into a fight.

'Stupid twat. Doesn't even look like you have eyebrows. They look ginger. You know what they say about gingers? Wait, I learned a word the other day...what was it? Epalperate! Your an epalperate transvestite!' I can't really blame the kid, he doesn't really know what he's saying. He has autism, so that's why I don't get overly offended by what he's saying. I do stick up for him sometimes, when people call him things like 'retard' but he barely ever remembers what he's said. It's sad really, the amount of people that make fun of him for something that he can't control.

Then again, didn't I get bullied for having gay parents? I still can't get my head around that. How could I have possibly forgotten something that impacted my life so much?

The rest of the day dragged on slowly, my thoughts consumed by memories that I should never have forgotten. What happened to me? Why did I forget this?

[Dad]-2:34pm

We're in London for the weekend. If you want to bring a friend, you can. Just remember, I don't want you even mentioning your dads okay? All will be clear later on.

I stand up and walk over to Cherry, who is writing something on a piece of paper.

'Hi! Sorry that I haven't really been talking, I've been a bit...distracted. Anyway, do you fancy coming to London with me this weekend?' She smiles.

'Oh it's okay hun, yeah I'd love to! Let me ask my mum quickly!' She types something in on her phone.

'So why were you crying?' She asks me, concerned.

'Ill explain later' I give her a quick hug then go back to my seat. About 5 minutes later she puts her thumbs up at me. Good, ill have moral support.

Okay so that Alex bloke is a bit of a dick isn't he?

The words I had to use in this one were:

Lesbian

Epalperate (However you spell it)

Transvestite

Autism

R&R For Phil hugs^_^

Love always

~Georgie'xo~