◤═══════════════════════════════════◥
◣═══════════════════════════════════◢xxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Hi, I'm Lucy! It's nice to meet you!
I am seventeen years old as of last April 25th, and I graduate school at the end of this year. I'm stoked! I'll finally be an adult! Yay~!
...
Okay, maybe not very adultish, but whatever.
So, again, I'm Lucy. Um, something's about me... Okay, so, I've kinda been teased a lot because of my name over the years, and although I'm not really shy, I am kind of socially awkward because of it. I'm also just really weird, so that doesn't help much either. Honestly, I'm just all around an outcast when it comes to social groups and such. I mean, hey, who wants to hang out with some weird, socially awkward, ADD, asthmatic kid?
Yep, that's right, I have ADD and asthma. Yay, me! Actually, I'm kind of like a walking medical book. You see, I have asthma and ADD, but I've also got Lung Cancer and this kinda deadly disease called pulmonary arterial hypertension, or PAH for short. Basically, it means that the blood pressure in the arteries leading to my lungs is way too high. It really sucks, because with all these stupid lung conditions I can't really excercise. Like, at all. Anytime I'm forced to move around too much I'll start to have breathing issues or even faint if it's bad enough. Yeah, it's no fun at all.
Anyways, past the sad stuff now! Let's move on to my past, shall we? I think it's semi-interesting, at least to a point it is. I dunno, I guess that's actually kind of up to you to decide whether it's actually all that interesting or not. Anyways, let's get to it!
So, I was born April 25th in the country of Zimbabwe, Africa. My parents were missionaries for the church, so they travelled all over the world to try and spread their religion to different people of different ethnicities and backgrounds. Since they were always ont he move, my siblings and I were all actually born in different countries, well, except for my oldest brother Tate. He was born in the states, but the rest of us are all over the place.
Speaking of siblings, I've got five of them. Yep, that's right. Five. First is my oldest brother Tate, born in Michigan, our home. He's twenty-six now. Then there's Mia, my older sister. She was born in Sweden, and is now twenty-two. Next is Jordan, only older than me by two years. He was born in Rwanda. Next is me, and then it's my younger sister Kayla, born in South Africa. She's fourteen now, and totally a drama queen. Typical teen. Finally, there's my youngest brother Michael, born in Germany right before we left off to come back to the states permanently. He's seven now. It's a lot, and we don't always all get along, but it's fun and we defintiely never run out of people to talk to, that's for sure. Growing up as one of six isn't easy, but it sure can be fun at times.
So, our life was kind of hectic growing up. Afterall, when you're travelling around the world with your parents and a crap ton of siblings, it can get kind of crazy. We certainly didn't grow up the same as most kids. First of all, we were all homeschooled since we were never anywhere long enough to actually attend a real school. We also didn't actually live anywhere we went, so as visitors to these countries, we couldn't have attended school even if we wanted to. So we were all homeschooled, and we also learned a lot about religion, of course. My parents raised us as proud Catholics, and I'm unashamed to admit that I remain Catholic to this day. We also learned an awful lot about different cultures, being as immersed into them as we were. It was actually pretty awesome. I think that the only downside was that we could never really make any permanent friends, and we were kind of stuck with eachother at all times. We did grow pretty close because of it, though, so I suppose it's not all that bad.
When I was ten, Michael was born and our family moved back to Mochigan, where Tate was born, deciding that it was finally time to settle down. Afterall, dragging six kids, one of them being a newborn, all around the world with you isn't really the greatest idea. I'm surprised they managed it as long as they did.
So, we moved back to the states and bought a nice house on Michigan. It was big, but not quite big enough. That was when Tate decided to move out, already being nineteen at the time. He moved into a nearby apartment and would come to visit us all of the time. It was almost like he never left, really. Then Mia and Kayla shared a room, which mia really hated. At the time, she was fifteen and Kayla was seven. It was basically like a war zone. Do not enter. Finally, Jordan and I shared a room and Michael had a small nursery to himself.
We started to attend normal school, and man was is crazy. We had no clue what we were doing. Mornings were especially sphe tic as everyone ran all over the place trying to get together everything they needed. It was very loud and veery crazy, and I hienstly think it tired our parents out to no end. It still does.
So anyways, we all started school, and for some like Kayla and Jordan, it went swell. Mia and I, on the otherhand, didn't do so well. Neither of us had a very easy time making friends at all. Me because of my name and her because of her age group. Everyone already had their friends, and no one was willing to make room for her. She'd often just come home and scream her lungs out from her room while Kayla sat with Jordan and I in our room or left to hang out with her friends. It really sucked.
Now, moving on to when I was twelve, I was diagnosed with lung cancer and PAH. I'd been having a lot of breathing problems lately, and at first we'd thought it was just my asthma acting up, but then one day I coughed up blood and fainted, totally freaking out Mia who had been walking me to class (our school was a combined elementary, middle, and high school.) She brought me to the nurse, and she called my mom. When she heard what had happened, our mom freaked out. She took me to the hospital, and they put me through all sorts off tests, sptrying to figure out what was wrong with me. We were all shocked at the diagnosis. Basically, they told me I was dying. That I had maybe five years to live, if I was lucky. I was twelve. Twelve freaking years old and told I was dying. That was probably the single worst day of my life.
Now here I am, five years later and still kicking. Of course, they said I had five years at most, so for all I know I couod suddenly drop over, have some severe asthma attack, and die. Wouldn't that be fun: not. Still, though, I'm hopeful. After finding out about my conditions, my family had been sure to keep me from doing anything too physical or that might strain my lungs in anyway. You know I haven't attended a gym class since I was diagnosed? Yup, no exercise for me. That's why I'm so small and thin. If I ever tried working out it could seriously effect me, so I'm not allowed to. Ha, the only time in your life you will hear about a kid who is literally not allowed to excercise. It's definitely odd, but hey, if it keeps me alive then c'est la vie.
Oh, one last little bit. So, there was kind of this girl I was dating about a year ago named Cassandra. She was gorgeous, and popular, and just way out of my league. We were together for about a year before I found out that she'd been cheating on with me with some jock the entire time. To say the least, I was devastated. She totslly tore my heart apart, but it was after that that I began to really look back at our relationship and realized something kind of important: I'd never really liked her to begin with. Sure, she was pretty, she was popular, she was everything most guys would look for, but I hienstly never really felt anything for her. Nothing real, anyways. It was around that time that I finally came to the realization that I was gay. I mean, I'd always been attracted to guys, but I always kind of just figured I was bisexual or whatever. The truth is, though, that I've never felt attracted to girls, and I'm kind of just glad I caught it when I did. I mean, there are people who grow ups get married, and have children before even realizing that they're gay. So yeah, it sucks to find out how I did what with that stupid girl tearing me apart, but at least I found out before I went and married her or anything. I think the hardest part about it all, though, was telling my family. Afterall, we're all catholic, and that's not exsctly an excepted thing in our community. I told Jordan first, and he was totally cool with it. Next was Mia, who by then had moved out, and she was very supportive as well. Same with Tate. I told Kayla, and... well, she didn't approve. She said, and I quote, "No. I'm not having a gay brother. No." Yeah... It really hurt, actually. Like, a lot. I then finally got up the courage to tell mom and dad with the help of Jordan, who atood by my side the entire time. They were surprised, but they supported me never the less, which felt absolutely amazing considering how worried I'd been that they wouldn't accept it. I'm not sure exactly when Michael found out, I'm guessing my parents probably sat him down and explained it to him, but he thinks it's really cool. He's actually really proud of having a gay older brother, and it really feels wonderful to know that. I'm not out to anyone but my family, butt I'm getting there. I'm thinking that first I'll graduate, and then I'll come out. For now, though, I'm fine with only my family knowing. They've got my back, and that's all that matters.
So yeah, that's all! That is Lucy Callahan's life story! Just don't go posting it online. Please. That would... really suck. Anyways, goodbye now! See yah! Bye~!
══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════
【17 years】【Male】【Homosexual/Gay】【In the closet】
Single? ☑xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxGuys? ☑xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxFun-loving? ☑xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxCuddly? ☑
xxxxxxxCrushing? ☒xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxCheerful? ☑xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxGrouchy? ☒xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxEasily distracted? ☑
In love? ☒xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxOutgoing? ☒xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxFriendly? ☑xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxEasily tricked? ☑
Looking/Open? ☑xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxShy? ☒xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxWorrisome? ☑xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxPushover? ☐
Girls? ☒xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAwkward? ☑xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxClingy? ☐xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxFighter? ☒
◤xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx◥
★ Cupcakes
☆ Brussel Sprouts
★ Music
☆ Excercise
★ Sugar
☆ Bullies/Being made fun of
★ Video Games
☆ Gay jokes
★ Hanging out with friends
☆ Doctor's visits
★ His family (except Kayla)
☆ Kayla
★ Sunshine
☆ Bad weather
★ Rainbows
☆ Girls flirting with him
★ Bunnies
☆ Spiders
◣xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx◢
══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════
