The office had a modern look to it and smelled like cinnamon. She took a seat in a swivel chair while she motioned me to the dome shaped chair hanging from the roof. She started to clack away at her keyboard leaving the room otherwise silent. After a minute or two she stopped and looked at me smiling genuinely.
"What school did you transfer from?" She asked.
"Redwood middle school." I stated hating those words rolling off my tongue. I hated that school ever since I was humiliated in the gymnasium by my now ex-boyfriend.
~flashback~
I had 20 minutes before class to talk to my boyfriend. I approached him nervously because yesterday I came out to him that I was bisexual and he wasn't sure how to feel so he said he needed to process it and ignored me after that. I was almost within arms reach of him when we made eye contact then I felt the glares of his friends beating me down seeing as they have never liked me.
"Hey" I said awkwardly scratching at my left arm.
"Look Sterling I don't think we will work out. I mean have you not realized that the whole 3 months we have been dating I haven't even liked you. I felt pity for you because of how ugly and desperate you are. You are too clingy and now that I know that you are desperate enough to go for either gender. Well I just can't pretend anymore. We are over." His words came out like daggers and I knew people were staring because they conversations have quieted and now there are just whispers about me in particular.
"I'm not desperate, Steven" I managed to say loud enough for him to hear without bursting into tears.
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General Fiction**WARNING** This may be triggering to some people struggling with suicide Sterling is a 14 year old girl just trying to be approved of. Approved by her parents, peers, and society in general. What happens when she starts talking to someone who encou...
