The Story of a Silly Lesbian

September 1st, 2016

"Bec! Come on! We gotta go!"

"mmmmmmm, gimme a minute"

"Hurry up!"

"Okay."

I sit up and look at my clock, 10am. Great. Time to accompany my mom to the mall to buy clothes I don't like while kids my age stare at me. I hate shopping with my mom. She wants me to wear "cute" shirts and jeans and dresses, I just want to wear leggings and a t-shirt. But no, that's not good enough. I have to wear what she wants, otherwise she'll make me feel guilty.

"Becca!"

"Just getting dressed!"

I roll out of bed grab the pair of black leggings off the floor. I slip them on and grab some superhero t-shirt from my laundry basket and put that on too. I go to the laundry room, pick up a pair of socks that look clean, and slip them on. I step into the bathroom, make sure my hair looks presentable, and head for the front door.

"Fix your hair."

"Its fine, mom."

"It looks messy."

"It always looks messy. Please, lets go."

"No jacket?"

"Mom, it's 20 degrees outside, I'll be fine."

"I'll be in the car."

I let out a sigh and grab my runners. They're old, dirty, and too small, but we don't have the money for me to complain about it. I stuff my feet into the well-loved shoes and stumble out the door. I get into the car and turn on the radio. I'd rather listen to staticky pop music then make small talk with my mother.

"So, what do you need from the mall?"

"Well, this is my last pair of leggings, I only have two shirts that fit, and the only bra that fits me is this sports bra, but its falling a part."

"Wow, anything else?"

"A partridge in a pear tree."

"Don't be smart with me Rebecca."

"Come on, it was a joke."

She doesn't respond.

"Actually, yeah, my shoes don't fit either."

"Did you have to drop this all on me now?"

"I'm sorry, I know money has been tight lately, I didn't want to stress you out. Another pair of leggings and a shirt is all I need."

"Well no, that's not right. If you need clothes, you need clothes."

"Okay."

I don't bother arguing. I'll just make sure I only pick out clothing that's on sale. We can't really afford that anyways, but mom won't back down. She wants me to look "cool" for my first day of high school. Ugh, high school. I could not be less excited. Sure, there'll be lots of kids, but the ones that bullied me will be there too. What's to stop them from getting the other kids to bully me? Oh god. What if I make no friends? I'll spend the entire 5 years by myself and-

"Becca."

I snap out of it.

"Huh?"

"I said, open your door so I can lock the car."

"Oh, sorry."

We walk in silence into the mall. I wordlessly follow her around the mall, trying on clothing like her own little doll. I pick out two pairs of leggings, on sale for $10, and a t-shirt with some bullshit quote.

"You hungry?"

"Not really."

"Well I am, do you mind?"

"No, I'll wander around Indigo while you eat."

She leads me to the food court, talking aloud how she feels about each place, and how she had stir fry last night, so she cant have Ming and Sing.

"Jenn?"

"Dianne!"

My mom walks over to a tall, middle aged woman, and hugs her. Behind her I see a younger blonde girl and

Oh my god

It's her.