When the dating life starts (for a gay girl that is…)
By Annastasia <3
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Chapter 1
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I was having a happy and highly active dream when the stupid thing called ‘alarm clock’ woke me up. Arrg! What is the point of this thing? If it’s to scare people then check one for that. I looked at the clock and the time said 5:25. And I hear the wakeup call just in time.
“Wake up, Arron!!” Ashton shouted at me. Every single time my older sister calls me by my name I silently curse the thought my mother had when she named us both A’s. Not even is that enough, but then we’re twins. So I guess maybe she didn’t have time to think that through enough. Ashton is 23 seconds older then me but she doesn’t rub it in. thank god for that! My sister and I get along really great actually. But only when we’re alone. When we are with friends we always try to outshine the other. But we don’t ever share personal secrets. That’s just… messed up big time. So yeah, she is my sister and I’m proud to call her that. We both are 15. We Aren’t competing for the first to drive…yet.
I thought of what to wear today. It’s the first day of spring and the schools let us dress crazy during spring and summer. Weird right? I know. I say my sister is lucky because she goes to a public school but I go to a private school. I like it though. It’s an all girls private school. *wink wink* mhmm. I like girls. And my sister gets it and we joke about it. Like I said, she’s pretty cool. I’ve never had a girlfriend but I’m okay with that. I do like one girl and I try to get her attention... I’m pathetic, I know. But she came into my mind as I pick out clothes like every other day. I know she likes to see skinny jeans on me so I moved to my dresser. I don’t have a huge walk-in closet. I couldn’t care for one. I opened the bottom drawer and pulled out several pairs of skinny jeans…. Ha! As if I have any other type!
I wonder if I should wear blue, green, or my sliver ones…. i’ll go with silver today. I put them on and go look for a belt. Ooo I know!! I’ll wear my seatbelt belt!! It looks like it’s a seatbelt for a car but it’s a real belt. And it connects in the front like the ones in the car. Walk over to my other dresser and grab the belt from on top. My two dressers are half size. Three drawers on both and are all black. I looovvee them!! I put it on but loosening it up so it hangs on my waist loosely. Like it belongs there… because it does! Ha-ha! Mine! Dang now I just need a shirt. The girl I like happens to like band shirts because they express your music type without actually having to say so. I went into the dresser and put on ‘The Fray’ tee-shirt. I walk into the bathroom in the hall and bang on the door. Like always…
“Come on, Dad! Please don’t make us late, again!” I shouted putting empathis on the ‘again’. Last time he did I got a detention and Ashton got a Saturday school. All his fault… - insert nodding head here :] - I walked over to Ashton’s bedroom door and knocked politely. “You ready yet?”
My answer was some sort of mumbled reply. I’ll take that as a yes. I went downstairs and into the kitchen. I got out the frying pan and cracked some eggs. I always cook. I learned first from mom and everyone loved my cooking so we stuck with it. I always meant that I had to take showers the night before but I was okay with that. If I didn’t cook then dad would leave for work without breakfast, and Ashton would have to pay for breakfast at school. Dad would forget his head if it wasn’t attached to his body. Ha-ha! Lame… I toasted toast and finished the eggs. I put them on 2 plates and made a bagel for dad. He usually eats at work, he works like 5 minutes from home so he’s cool.
