Chapter 3 Gym Class.

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Unfortunately, my first class this semester is gym. Ew. Not only do I have to wear shorts and pray that they aren't short enough to reveal my gauss, but I need to embarrass myself in front of Sarah. Sarah is one of the most liked people in the school, yet she's not your stereotypical popular bitch who only cares about herself. She's nice and beautiful. I pretty much always knew that I was a lesbian. Growing up, I remember my friends seeing a boy and saying "OMG he's so cute!" But I just didn't see them like that. At first I thought they were playing a joke on me so I saw this girl and said "guys! Don't you think she's so hot!" They ended up just running away and called me lesbian for the rest of the year. That was the first time I heard that word and after many years of thinking long and hard I have come to the conclusion that that's what I am. Lesbian. But, there's one problem; I haven't told my parents yet. My parents are very traditional and I feel like if I told them they would send me into the streets, so I think it's best to just not tell them. Right? Anyway back to Sarah. She's just a really good person and I like her a lot, sadly I haven't actually built up the courage to talk to her. Yeah I'm pretty lame, I know. But at least I get to be in her gym class! Gym is one of those classes that you either love or hate. I'm not a huge fan of it myself, mostly because I'm like the most awkward person ever, but I know Josh really likes it and so does my brother. What's my favourite subject? Nothing. School just really isn't for me you know? I'd rather be at Vans Warped Tour or something. My favourite part of my day is probably lunch, though. Not because of the food, but because it's the only time I can be by myself in the corner and listen to music and block out all of the bullshit around me. My parents always tell me that their "just a band" and that "they don't even know you exist." Well at least one of those two things are true, but they are more than a band. I feel tingles when I hear their music and its like their actually talking to me. Without them, I would have quit a long time ago. Bands saved me.

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