If you aren’t one for darker stories, or you are just scared of what I’ll say, I suggest you leave now. You probably picked up the wrong book or you’re one of those people who never reads the back to see what the story is about. But if you did read the back and aren't scared, congrats. Not really. Welcome to Hell. I’ll say it now, people suck. They come and go. They become your friends and then your enemies. I wish I had known just how awful people can be sooner, or without going through this stupid roller coaster ride called high school. Maybe it didn’t help that I came out freshman year as a lesbian. Oh yea, that may give you another reason of why not to read my story. Especially if you’re one of those crazy people who is homophobic. Well, I guess I should tell you my back story huh? Here I’ll give you a summary....
Done. You’re probably saying, “There was no back story you carpet muncher!” That’s the point. I don’t have a back story. I can’t remember most of my younger years. Occasionally I have nightmares that involve some small child being in pain and screaming. Oh, the screams. Those screams haunt me. I would rather hear nails on a chalkboard hundreds of times than listen to those screams I sometimes wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat and screaming myself. No one comes and checks on the little girl in my nightmare, but someone is always there for me. That’s really the only dream I have. The first real clear memory was back in 8th grade. I was still in the closet. Some new girl, I think her name was Alice. Come to find out we go to the same high school now. I tried to help her out with our school system, seeing as how she came from out of the country. She called me a lesbian after a couple months and then never talked to me again. That’s how I came to my little “discovery.” I took it in and realized why I dressed like a dude or why only girls seemed attractive. Usually, some guy would just walk by and whisper under their breath, “dyke” or “lesbo.” I just ignored it and knew that there was something different about me, I just couldn’t pin it. Then she came.
It was freshman year and a ton of new kids came in. Not that it really mattered to me. Seemed like no one wanted to be friends with the creepy lesbian. I’m not creepy though. Just because I have a short haircut and wear black all the time does not make me creepy. But, if you come out of the closet at Millbrook High, it was kind of to be expected to be picked on. I know that a couple guys came out and there is one or two bisexual chicks, but other than that, everyone is straight. Very annoying, especially when a really attractive girl walks by but goes and makes out with her boyfriend.
Sorry, I’m rambling again. Anyways, this new girl came in the middle of the year who stood out from all the rest. Her name was Jesmin. I remembered that I just happen to run into her in the hallway. And no, it wasn’t one of those little shoulder bumps where the two people look at each other and just say, “Oops, sorry.” No, this was a head on collision. I was walking with my head down and listening to my iPod. I was headed to chemistry (haha I know I met my girlfriend while headed to chemistry) and as I was walking around the corner, she ran straight into me. Last thing I remember before she was on me was thinking, “Who da...”. I looked around and found out that we were both on the ground and my backpack had spilled everywhere. Jesmin looked up and that’s when I fell in love. She had mocha colored eyes and kind of wavy, long, brown hair. She had dorky looking glasses, like the hipster kind. Actually, she was kind of dressed like a hipster. She was wearing a black V-neck, a burgundy scarf, and dark skinny jeans with really cool boots. She also had a cute button nose, and her perfume...oh man that was the best smell ever. I must have had my jaw open or something because she started laughing. “I’m really sorry about that.” I shook out of my daze and started to stand up and helped her collect her stuff. Once we both stood straight I realized that she was about 5’5” because she was just even with my eyes.
“Umm...what’s your name? I’ve never seen you around here before.” I asked, trying to recollect my thoughts.
“Jesmin. Jesmin Park. I just transferred here from Ohio. What’s your name?” she replied.
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Living a Nightmare and a Dream
Teen FictionCal is a typical teenager. She goes to high school, has some friends, and even has a relationship. Other than that, she anything but typical. She's bullied, she's a lesbian, and the only friends she has are a gay couple at her high school. In the be...
