Muse [lesbian/gay] ✔

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Taking a deep breath, looking into the bathroom mirror, blue orbs looking back at me, as I tried to convince myself that everything will go smoothly, "Tala! Hurry up, or you'll be late for your new school!" My Dad shouted; I let out a shaky breath, feeling the nerves swirl deep inside me, as I went out, grabbing my satchel and my instrument case. Fast walking down the stairs, my Dad coming into view, with his army get up on, "Are you ready darling?" he asked, a small but sweet smile on his face, all I could do was shrug my shoulders, and returned the small smile as well.

We both went out of the door, going into two separate cars, mines being a 1954 Ford black classic, and his a red version of mine, we both rolled down our windows, giving each other encouraging smiles to each other, before we head to whatever we were going, me going to hell.

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I parked in one of the empty lot, shutting off my egines, feeling the swirl of nerves increasing, then the dread voice in the back of my head, 'you will be dog meat' 'they are probably like those people in the south' 'you know they will only see you, for your skin color' 'just turn back home..'; taking another deep breath, telling myself that I just have to get through this. Getting out of my car, my stuff either on my back or in hand; silently walking through hallways, still felling very clammy, well more clammy, it took at least five minutes to find the office.

Grabbing the know with shaky hands, finally opening the door, I was met with the scent of honeysuckle, and the eye bleeding white paint on the walls, the lady at the desk looked up, pushing her rounded glasses up in surprise, "oh! Um you must be..." She trailed off looking at the piece of paper she was holding, "Tala, Tala Jones, right." She said looking back up again, "u-uh ya, the that's me." I stuttered, looking at  my shoes, "don't be nervous, they are...somewhat friendly, even if people are still used to slavery...not to be racist! Um sorry, I'm rambling again." The woman said, red tinting her pale cheeks, "no...it's ok, just nerves you know..." I said awkwardly, still looking at my shoes.

The woman started shuffling paper, cursing under her breath, "ah! Here we go, here's your schedule, if you want, you don't have to go too home room yet, you go prepare yourself, cause it will be a long day." The woman said, smiling softly at her, as she hands her the papers, "my name's Chell Clarkson, but you can call me whatever seems fit for you." Chell said, before going back to her task, giving her one last smile as I walk out the door.

'Maybe things won't be so bad after all'