I didn't understand my other friends.
They teased me about Sylvia too much, saying the time I spent with her was excessive and asking me why I cared so much about her so much. Some kids on my bus teased me about her too, and called me what I can just describe as derogatory words. I don't get it, I can't be close friends with just about anyone.
the bell rung, and me and Sylvia walk home together.
After I got home, I threw myself onto my bed and grab a book to read, and I found myself deep in thought about what my friends had all teased me about.
and all the sudden
I was crying.
I felt myself drowning in my own tears and runny nose, I got up and went to go wipe my nose (and tears.). I came back from the bathroom and took a long look at myself in the mirror. It was at this time and place that I realized that maybe they were right. I wasn't as close to anyone as much as I was close with Sylvia. Although the thought of a girl liking another girl was sickening to many people in my area, I think that maybe I was well,
A girl who liked another girl.
