Questioning/Searching

Boys

Authors Note: Dear readers. This is different than what I usually write. I usually write stories about fantasy and characters who are strong and confident, but this book seems to be the opposite. This is an LGBTQIA+ story, and I will not tolerate any kind of bullying, or negativity towards specific members at all. I hope you enjoy this story as it is very close to my heart.

The boys all ran around the field at school. Chasing one another with a football. They seemed to be having so much fun. I didn't really have friends at the time. All the others girls were more interested in gossiping about who had the best clothes, and who had the richest parents. I didn't know how to play football. I mean, who was going to teach a 5 year old girl a boys sport? It didn't look that hard though. I wanted to be included more than anything as I stood on the blacktop as the boys ran around with the ball. I wanted to play. They took a break after one of the boys made a touchdown or whatever it's called, and I knew it was the perfect opportunity.

" Can I play?" I asked, voice filled with naive innocence. They boys looked around at each other.

" Sure, you can be a cheerleader." One of the boys with poofy orange hair said. The didn't understand.

" I don't want to be a cheerleader. I want to play." I said. Suddenly, they boy I had a crush on, stepped forward.

" Let her play guys." He said. My heart fluttered. Maybe he would like me if I was good at spots! They passed me the ball, an invitation to throw it to someone. I didn't even know who was on my team. It wouldn't have mattered anyways. I turned the ball gently in my hands. It was sort of sticky. I brought my arm back, and threw it underhanded. It landed 3 feet away from me, not even close to any of the other boys. They all laughed at me as I fled in embarrassment. 

I knew then and there, that I hated boys.