one grain of sand (lesbian)

hey guys so im new at this whole story writing and im determined to finish this story! so let me know some feed back :)

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I ran for my college bus while rain dripped off the tip of my ice cold nose. 'great start to my first day in a new college' college' I thought to my self as the bus rolled to a stop and teenagers stared and laughed at me through their window. yet still snickering as i walked up the isle looking for spare seats. i spotted a spare set at the near back of the coach. I sat down and brushed the droplets of water off my hood ignoring people pointing and whispering "who's the new dyke?" or calling "who let the new kid on!?". I hate being the new kid and missing the bus wasn't a smart move. I placed in my headphones and listened to some music for the duration of the journey.

As we arrived at college, I quickly made my way to try and find a sign for the reception. failing epically. This place was HUGE compared to my last college.

eventually i made my way to a room which i thought maybe the reception. finally! i made it to the office! I looked at the middle aged woman peering over her glasses, looking at me dead in the eyes. creepy..

"uhh.. laeken Rose." I mumbled as i rubbed the back of my neck nervously.

"Hello, miss Rose. Here is your time table, and your lockers number 138 on the east wing and heres a map, welcome to the most important days of college... good luck, you'll need it!" she replied before going into a coughing fit after a gruff manly laugh. This old woman officially scares me.

after finding my way to the locker and dragging myself to my first lesson which is painting on canvas. oh by the way, i'm a art student. arts in every way that is. I opened the door and made my way to a spare seat in one of the front spare seats and set up my paints and brushes. the tutor walked in followed by a cart he was pulling with a ice sculpture on.

He stood in front of the class and cleared his through before explaining the sculpted ice next to him. "Before your eyes is a form of arm expressed in a different element. Yes this will melt and it will melt quick. Therefore you must get used to being under pressure. Paint this how YOU see it. Start!"

everyone went into a soft buzz of discussion. unlike me who put paint to canvas. catching every shadow and edge of the ice in the suns beam. This was interesting piece but its testing my abilities i guess. As the lesson ended the tutor walked over to my work and smiled deeply at what was first there. "you're talented Miss Rose, well done!" he said tapping my shoulder. i nodded in appreciation and left for my next lesson which was drama. not the best lesson...

I sat on the edge of the stage as i watched a group of people pointing and talking about me. A girl approached me and whispered "dont touch me dyke!" and barged into my shoulder. I turned around and felt my fist crunch again her jaw as she fell to the floor crying. "I'm no dyke bitch. even if i was, i actually have standard's." A roar came from the class as this girl laid on the floor screaming. the teacher walked in screaming for me to get to the head mistresses office as she helped that bitch off of the floor.

I sat down on this uncomfortable looking wooden chairs out said the Head mistresses office for about ten minutes until a girl came and sat next to me with a soft smile aimed at me. She had natural brown hair and hazel eyes. She about a year or two older than me but she was beautiful. My heart started to race as she caught me staring at her beauty. So i quickly looked away to hear her laughing quietly. I couldn't help but smile and laugh a little bit as well. she was super cute! I softly said "my name is-" and got interrupted by being called in to the room. I smiled softly and whispered "wish me luck!" and laughed as i walked to my fate.