I guess starting a journal was kind of a waste. It's been weeks since my last entry. Well, I guess it wasn't a total waste. Since I wrote, I've felt a lot better about everything. Life has been easier for once. School is getting easier, my softball team had a great game against a really good team, and my birthday was really great because I made really good plays at the game.I just wish Krystall would've been able to be there. The game game was three hours away and she had to be at work an hour before it ended. I guess I can't be too mad about it; I mean, it's not her fault her boss scheduled her to work. Oh well... It was still really nice to have Jesse and Kelly there to be my back up for when Krystall didn't believe me.
Jesse and Kelly have been having problems though. It actually makes me really upset because our double dates were one of my favorite times to be alive. We would all get along and Kelly actually smiled instead of forcing it like she does now. They act like everything is okay for Krystall because she would die if she knew, but I can tell Kelly isn't as happy as she usually is. And Jesse has been spending more time out of the house, which is kind of weird. He doesn't have many friends that I know of and he's not on any teams or in any clubs. And he stopped picking me up from Support Group. I'm not sure why.
Speaking of Support Group, there's this new girl named Bella. She's so cute and really interesting. She told us her coming out story and how it was kind of difficult because she's actually questioning her sexuality so she didn't know what to say but she was tired of hiding. She said she's a freshman at my school but I've never seen her before. Maybe I'll see her on Monday when we get back from Spring Break.
I can't wait until Spring Break is over. I miss all of my three friends. I've been in Dallas exploring the city for the last two days. Tomorrow is my last day to explore but I'm really considering just going home because of how much I miss everybody.
Well, it's 11:45 and I need sleep before deciding what to do; so, until next time.
~A.C.
(A/N): I'm sitting in a hotel room in Houston. It's 1:53 and I'm typing this on my phone bc I love y'all. The End.
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A.C.: The Story of Me
Teen FictionWalk the halls of a religious private school. It's a simple task; what's the big deal? My name is Annabelle Contrerez. I'm 16 years old and I'm a lesbian. This is my journal.