Disguising my fear or worries has always been a talent of mine, but I'm afraid it's not working out for me now. I'm visually distressed. My hair is tangled, I'm all shaky, and I've chewed the inside of my mouth so much that it's become swollen.
I haven't slept in over three days, and it's starting to affect my physical as well as my mental health. My grades have dropped considerably over the past few months. I've gotten more detentions in 2 months than I have in over 10 years.
Why does figuring out your sexuality have to be so damn hard? Why can't it be handed to you on a silver platter? I guess we'll never know...
I glance at my backpack, wondering if the contents of it are safe. I brought my beloved diary to school today. I know, it sounds dorky and cliché. It's more of a trying-to-figure-out-who-the-hell-you-like kind of thing. A sexuality tracker, if you will.
A million thoughts ran through my mind this morning. What if somebody steals it? What if somebody publishes it? I'd pushed them away and threw the small brown book into my bag.
I stare into space instead of listening to my maths lesson, and luckily, Mrs. Lenth doesn't call on me. I look around at the various types of people in the room, most of them are doodling or daydreaming.
Something catches my eye. A silver bracelet that looks just like the one I was wearing yesterday, but I put it away in my locker. Being considerate of future me, I kept my locker unlocked, to save future me the trouble of doing the combination. My eyes drift up until I see the wearer of the bracelet.
Xeilia Simmons. The schools' well known klepto. I decide to investigate further. I glance up at the clock and luckily, there's only a few minutes left. I wait impatiently until Mrs. Lenth is finished rambling about dividing decimals, then the bell rings.
I fall into stride with Xeilia. She looks at me.
"Hi, Xeilia." I say.
"Um... Hi?" It comes out like a question.
"I like your bracelet." I dive right in. Then I notice that her bracelet is on her other hand, which is not visible, as it is in her pocket. Shit. She gives me a confused look.
"Thanks." Again, a question.
"Where'd you get it?"
Xeilia speeds up.
"From... A thrift shop."
"Oh." I say suspiciously.
"Well , I-"
"Actually, I really need to get to class." She cutes me off.
"But it's lunch." I point out.
"Lunch detention." She says, and runs off.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
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Hello, fellow lizards. First chapter. It's pretty short. Sorry. I promise they'll get longer. Leave comments telling me what I did wrong or right (or left ba dum tsh) or something like that ^_^ thank you!!
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