Trevor left for school before I did. It was nice not having to drive him to school for once. I hated having to drive him to school but mom wanted me to so he wouldn't get jumped. I tried telling her that no one is going to jump him in this small of a town but she wouldn't believe me. She just wants him to be safe. All she does is worry about him and it pisses me off. I don’t even think Trevor has noticed the extra lengths she had to do to keep dad from kicking him out or sending him away somewhere. I don’t understand why though. She hates the idea of one of her own children being gay just as much as our dad does. She is just a hypocrite. She may not want to get rid of but she definitely is uncomfortable around him now. 

What angered me was that he was oblivious to how him coming out affected our family. It wasn’t just our parents that were affected by him coming out. At our old school, people kept asking me if I knew he was gay, what is it like having him as a brother, or other personal and hateful comments. He got to miss the last days of school due to what happened, but I was there taking the heat that should have been on him. It’s not like I could tell our parents they were already dealing with a lot by him coming out they didn’t need my problems. At least that's what I told myself in reality I knew they just wouldn’t care. Dad didn’t like it when his sons showed too many emotions, and mom said it was my job to stick up for Trevor because he was more sensitive and I am his older brother so that's my job.

When we were younger we were a lot closer. This was because he would always follow me around when he was. As we got older we drifted apart. I became resentful of the attention that my parents showed him. A part me of was jealous because sometimes I wish that they would show me as much attention they show to Trevor. They would always brag about his accomplishments like how he made it to state in wrestling or how he has a 4.0 GPA. I was the older brother but my parents saw me as a failure when compared to him. But now they looked at him with such scorn. Their gold child had fell from grace and deep down I felt happy. I was happy that I was no longer the disappointment of the family anymore.

I got to school. At first, I hated starting a new school during my senior year but surprisingly it was easy for me to get some new friends. It's probably because a lot of the girls swarmed me the first few days. They were all trying to get the attention of the new guy. Some of the guys saw this and just started hanging around me trying to be my friends. Which I didn’t mind and in a few weeks we became pretty close. One of my friends Dan ran up to me. “Hey Ken did you see what’s written on your brother's locker,” Dan said.

“What are you talking about Dan,” I said

“Come on dude I will show you,” He said. He led me to Trevor's locker. I then saw what he meant. On Trevor's locker written in big red letters were the letters F A G. “Dude are you okay this is pretty messed up,” Dan said.

I just laughed. “What is so messed up about it? Whoever did this is just telling the truth,” I said.

“Wait so your brother is,” He said.

“Yep,” I said. I just laughed and walked to my first class of the day.