Dearest,
I think I made a friend today. I have no idea.
It's weird because that's never happened before.
Do you remember when the Schuylers accused me of turning their youngest sister gay? Yeah it's her.
Her names Peggy and she's kind of alright for 2 years younger than me.
I was walking to my next lesson, after recess, kind of early because I hate being late, and I heard crying.
Being the responsible father figure gay social reject that I am, I went to go check and I found Peggy crying in one of the music rooms.
"Hey," I said gently and she turned to look at me, "Are you ok?"
She just shook her head and kept crying.
I put my bag down and went to sit next to her on the floor. "What's wrong?"
She looks up at me and sniffed, wiping her nose on her sleeve, her face wet with tears.
I don't know why the term ugly crying is a thing. Crying isn't meant to be pretty.
"I shouldn't have come out." She sobbed, "I really shouldn't have. I was so stupid, I felt so brave and it was so stupid. They kept trying to make me straight because they thought I had been groomed or something stupid and they treated me like normal, but now I think they've realised that I am actually a lesbian and they won't fucking look at me anymore!" She cried into her hands.
I put my arm around her and she leaned onto my side, still crying. I rubbed her back sympathetically.
"Them not accepting you..." I let out a shaky breath, "Isn't your fault. It's their fault. It's their fault for treating you differently, for not still accepting you as a person. There's nothing wrong with who you are, and the life you're living. If they can't see that, it's nothing you need to change."
After a while she said, "We're basically just the school gays now."
"Yeah, but I wear that with pride." I grinned.
"Even if people hate you for it?"
"If they want to freak out about the way I am, that's their problem. Even if people hate me for it." I smiled and she peeked up at me.
"I'm a mess." She laughed, rubbing her eyes.
"The best of us are. You wanna head to class now?"
"Not really but I don't have much of a choice," She smiled, and I stood up, grabbing my bag.
I kind of walked her over to her class, and I ended up being late for my own one but it didn't matter.
Sure, I got called Pond Fag a few times today, but I didn't care so much because I kind of had a friend. And it was nice.
It's never happened before.
It's kind of nice you know?
Sweet dreams
J.L
