The Girl Who Cried Lesbian

Prologue 

Back in my elementary school days, I had always thought something was wrong with me. While all the other girls had "boyfriends", I didn't look at boys that way, I looked at them as friends, as companions, as gross. I remember there was this girl in my 5th grade class, who I immediately knew I was attracted to... She had long full brown hair that flowed down to start of her butt, her skin was flawless with small freckles decorating the crown of her nose, her eyes were a sexy light milk chocolate color, and her lips were a full rosy pink. She bounced around the class without a care in the world. She was truly beautiful, all the guys had a crush on her, and all the girls tried desperately to be her. Her name was April and just like the month, she brought sunshine and a warm essence wherever she went. April was smart, and she knew it. Her body was beautiful although we were still young and no one really had curves back then. She looked at everybody like she had a secret, a secret that would never be revealed. And that was when I realized, something was different about me. I looked at girls the way that I didn't know was possible.

I pushed these thoughts of April aside as the end of 5th grade became near. I would be starting middle school. During my middle school years, I still looked at girls a different way, I thought they were beautiful and hot. I tried not to think much of these thoughts, as I began dating this boy named Josh. Josh and I met during the summer in my grandmother's neighborhood, she lived on the fourth block while he lived on the first block. It turned out that we would be going to the same school. I didn't really even know I liked Josh until his friend told me that he liked me and wanted to be my boyfriend, so I decided to give it a try. It was official, Josh was my boyfriend. We walked around holding hands, and hugging. That's how all middle school relationships went. Josh and me seemed to argue about everything, about why I would be hugging another boy, or why he didn't walk me to class on time. Petty stuff, what could you say? We were only 11.  We broke up for a while, and I ended up dating some other guys in the meantime, until we got back together. Josh and I officially ended our "relationship" during the last weeks of 8th grade when we found out that we would both be attending different high schools.

During the summer of transition from 8th to 9th grade, I chilled, I was still trying to get my thoughts together and start off my high school years with a BANG....