S.M.S(Save My Soul)

Chapter 1: Lesley

As a little kid growing up I was homeschooled so I never made any friends considering I was mostly home. My mom and dad worked late hours so it was just me and the caretaker till I got old enough to take care of myself. Being mostly neglected by my parents made me more insecure and an introvert so it was only natural that I was very quiet and had a short fuse. I got made fun of a lot for being lesbian and being quite open about it, why should I be afraid to tell the world who I love. I never really understood the problem with loving the same gender as yourself, I know I'm not religious and all but didn't God say 'Love thy neighbour' or something along those lines yet when someone says their gay or something else other than straight we light up our pitchforks and chase them to the ends of the earth. Quite pitiful if you think about it but that's how people are wolves in sheep's clothing.

I was a tiny thing at the age of 17, barely 5'1 with smooth mocha skin, black shoulder-length hair with light brown eyes and a thin figure. It's not like I didn't eat much, I just had a very fast metabolism which was a nice thing.

"Are you even listening to me, Lesley?" Anjelica or Anji for short said snapping me out of my daydream. Anji was a very popular girl and gorgeous, she was the captain of the under 18A Hockey team and made it well known. She was 5'5 with long blond hair, ocean eyes, fair skin and a lean but sexy body that would make anyone drool. She was currently saying some rude shit that's supposed to hurt me or something like that and I just got bored and zoned out. She chose to corner me in the girl's bathroom away from the teacher's prying eyes, causing a scene as girls wondered whether we were going to fight.

"For the hundredth time my name is Belle or shut the fuck up," I angrily said, Lesley was a rude name they called me because I was lesbian so they thought it would discriminate against my sexuality by calling me that.

"You better watch yourself because I can make your life hell if you don't watch out." She warned, poking my chest with her index finger. In a fight, it was clear I would beat her up in seconds but in the verbal fight, she won it a mile ahead of me.

"Remove that finger or lose it!" I warned her, my tone was hard and dangerous, she immediately removed it like I just burned her and scowled at me.

"Your day is coming so you better watch it," She said through gritted teeth, I knew what she meant but I didn't care.

"And so will yours," I said rolling my eyes at the obnoxious girl, she huffed and left the room cursing my name. That girl was something else, spoilt brat is more like it, she annoyed me to hell.

"You alright?" One of my classmates asked me.

"Never been better," I grumbled leaving the restroom to head to class.

"Settle down you hooligans!" The teacher shouted over the noisy class. Our class was always misbehaving and getting into a lot of trouble, we were very well known throughout the school by the teachers, class 11B was a class straight from hell or as our art teacher described us. I know school was important, but being here always drained me and made me feel claustrophobic.

As school ended I headed to the netball court for practice and to let off some steam. I was the vice-captain of the under 18A team but I never bragged about it like some people. Netball for me was a fresh breath of air in this toxic school. It was my therapy session.

Adrenaline ran through my veins as I ran around the court catching and throwing the ball to my teammates with nothing on my brain but the only thought of winning and keeping our winning streak. You could say I was competitive when it came to netball but I just loved the game and since most of my teammates were taller than me I had to work harder and jump higher to reach their level. Being small helped me on the court as I was always light on my feet and being centre allowed me to go almost all over the court, putting it blankly netball was my life and I don't know what I would've been doing if I didn't come for the tryouts. Don't get me wrong I did other sports like hockey and swimming but I don't do swimming at school just hockey even though I was given hell every time I had it.