Jade Castro is now a senior at Balmoral High. When a new female student transfers into her class, Jade is enthralled and wants the girl to be hers, but the vexation of another student convolutes that.
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I was never into dolls or dresses. I liked using consoles, racing back and forth on the street, riding bikes, wearing shorts and massive tees. I liked being me and I for sure liked ladies. These fine ass women had me in a chokehold. I wasn't ashamed of who I was, but... mom was.
At fourteen, I came out to her. I was a damn idiot believing she'd take it well. I mean, she let the tees and shorts slide, so I took the chance, but the moment I uttered the words "I'm a lesbian" it was all over. The woman sent me to live with her mother, Dionne, in Los Angeles. We were from Sacramento.
To mom, I was an abomination. The reason I dressed like a male made sense. I wanted to be one which wasn't true. Mom couldn't erase that belief from her head and didn't want someone like me under her roof.
Dad wasn't even there to save me. He was in another state and we had no contact whatsoever. It's like he didn't exist. He was deadbeat as fuck and left when I was seven.
I wasn't mad at mom, I was hurt. But no matter what, I'll never hate her, she's done so much for me, I can't. I wish she'd love me as I am.
I was now 18 and living wonderful with Dionne. Dionne didn't care who I liked or how I dressed, she was a kind and nonchalant woman in her mid sixties. I loved the hell out of her.
The one thing she didn't want, was me being involved in the distribution of narcotics. I wasn't into that shit, but damn did I like smoking it whenever I wanted, weed was a fucking reliever. I don't know what I'd do without it.
It was the start of a new semester and I was now a senior. Being attentive in class worked out. I fucking hated doing homework and taking tests, but I needed to attend USC. It was the dream choice.
This morning, I ate breakfast with Dionne, she could've taken me to school but I told her don't bother. I didn't mind taking the bus.
I showered and left the house. The fit was fresh. The shoes were clean. The cologne was enthralling. If there's one thing someone could utter, it's that I never smell bad.
I met with a close friend of mine at the bus shed. Her name was Desirae Hudson and she was a beaut who had no interest in me. Her interest was in someone else.
Desirae hadn't arrived, so I leaned on the shed and waited. The last time she missed the bus and was late, her teacher scolded her ass. It wasn't the first time, her dad had to take her instead. Desirae liked to make sure she looked fine whenever she left home.
With luck, she came into view and crossed the street, taking her cool time. The girl was fortunate a car didn't swerve the corner and hit her ass.
