Chapter 7
Senior year came to a close, while I simply came by myself. I mean, it’s hard enough being a gay teenager in Montana; throw in a deep, dark secret such as superpowers, and hard becomes impossible in terms of finding a new boyfriend.
And so I moved away early, telling my parents that I wanted to get situated in Bozeman before school started. They agreed, if joyously, helping me pack and then driving me to a small apartment they’d rented for me for the summer. I’d move myself to the dorm once school started.
Mom cried when they dropped me off. Dad handed me some money and gave me a handshake. It was a ceremony carried out all over the country, going back decades. When it was over, I was officially on my own, an adult in a teenager’s body. I didn’t feel super; I felt lonely. I mi
