Complicated to a new level

Chapter 1 - Meeting

Sitting in my bedroom, the sun streaming through the window bouncing off the pale walls, lighting up my room. My golden curls resting on my shoulders, each curl quite different to the others. All together a set of curls that either agree or don't agree with me each day. I; Sarah, just sitting on my double bed, am scrolling through my newsfeed on Facebook. I see a new post made on Local Queers. A group that holds thousands of LGBTI+ individuals around my area and city.

A girl making a small joke about something that had happened in her life that day in the post. That being a boy approaching her thinking he could change her sexuality. I laugh slightly at the post. Relating to the situation this girl has voiced, due to many similar situations I myself have encountered. I go into the comments made underneath. Rubbing my green orbs trying to wake myself up from last night's not very good sleep.

As I'm looking through the comments underneath the post. I come across another funny comment. The original girl who made the post, her name was Stacy Gray. Another girl had made a comment being; 'Gray or Gay' I let out a small laugh again at that. Any gay joke can make me laugh, they kind of just speak to me. I can also relate to them, which compared to everyone always talking about boys, relating is not very common.

Something catches my eye in the girl's profile picture who commented though. I click on her profile, seeming to look further into this girl and familiarity that she holds. Alison Jackson, that's a pretty name. I always had loved the name Alison when I was Young, I had grown up wanting to call my daughter Alison, and any imaginative game I played when I was little, my name was Alison.

Her picture holds what looks like the uniform of my school, its Navy and white colours so prominent on her shoulders, another person standing to the side of her. I'm assuming is one of her friends. I know that uniform, but I have never seen this girl in my life. Her eyes sweet, but you cannot tell the colour from the picture. Her body being voluptuously curly, but not big curvy. More so curves in all the right places.

As I scroll down, it says she also goes to St Vincent's. The school I have so been a part of for almost 6 years, to my dismay. Thankfully I have now commenced into my final year. Just starting term 2.

I send her a friend request and she responds and accepts within about an hour or so. When I see the acceptance, I send her a message; 'So you go to my shit hole of a school too eh?' and apologising for the random message and that I saw her on Local Queers and was curious.

I didnt know what was to come of this conversation, all I knew was that she was pretty and I was fascinated by her being at my school without me knowing.

After about another half hour she responds. Quite blandly and short sentenced though. We talked for about an hour. Talking about if we were out or how we knew of our sexuality. She being bisexual since she was 14, now almost being 16. And me figuring out I was a lesbian and then coming out when I was 16, now
turned 17.

We discuss the drama and gossip of school and the recent trouble our principle had gotten into, involving homophobia and a incident he got himself into. I felt like she did not seem very interested. She was responding with very short replies and bland comments. I felt like I was burdening her, or talking to her while she had wished to be speaking to someone other than me, or not wanting to speak to me at all. Once the conversation had seemed it wasn't going anywhere we stopped talking. And that was that.

A couple weeks went by, and we still hadn't spoken since, she had been liking any photo I had posted on Facebook or Instagram but that was really it.

In the midst of the school musical which I was a part of. Our rehearsals and performances in the evening were taking place, often taking most of my spare time.
My cast and I were to perform one of our biggest hits at the school assembly in front of everybody on friday. Although a huge problem, is that song required most of the people from the other campus', of which we could not have at the senior campus that day. Of what is supposed to be performed by over 25 people. We had 6 people. While rehearsing our piece at recess before the assembly, in which our music teacher and musical director; Miss Handard was instructing.