01 Waiting on a Miracle

IRIS:
IT’S 8AM.
I CAN’T BELIEVE THEY LEFT ME HERE.
THEY TOLD ME THAT THEY LOVED ME AS THEY DROPPED ME OFF AND BAILED.
SO, HERE I AM,
A VICTIM OF THEIR STUPID FEAR
THAT BEING WHO I AM MEANS THAT THEY BOTH HAVE SOMEHOW FAILED.

DANIEL:
AND OFF THEY RAN.
THEY DROP THEIR GAY KIDS AT THE GATE,
WHERE PASTORS PACK US INTO DORMS WITH OTHERS WHO ARE QUEER.
SOLID PLAN!
THERE’S NO WAY WE WON’T END UP STRAIGHT.
AT LEAST UNWANTED PREGNANCIES AREN’T ALL THAT LIKELY HERE.

IRIS:
I CAN’T BELIEVE MY MOM AND DAD.

DANIEL:
I’VE NEVER SEEN THEM LOOK SO SAD.

IRIS & DANIEL:
BUT THEY’RE WAITING FOR A MIRACLE,
HOPING FOR A MIRACLE,
PRAYING THAT A MIRACLE
WILL GIVE THEM BACK THE KIDS THEY NEVER HAD.

JO:
I HATE IT HERE.
THE WAY THE COUNSELORS LOOK AT ME—
IT’S ONLY BEEN TEN MINUTES; I ALREADY WANT TO RUN.
I’LL HIDE MY FEAR.
I’LL SHOW THEM WHAT THEY WANT TO SEE,
AND MAYBE THEY WILL LET ME GO BEFORE THE SUMMER’S DONE.

ALEX:
THIS IS FUCKED.
THEY SAY THERE’S SOMETHING WRONG WITH ME,
BUT THEY’RE THE ONES WHO LEFT ME IN THIS 1950S CULT.
I KNEW THEY SUCKED.
I GET THAT WE ALL DISAGREE,
BUT HOW CAN THIS BE LEGAL WHEN I’M ALMOST AN ADULT?

WHEN I’M 18, THEN I’LL BE FREE.