Bullied (A Lesbian Story)

                I lean back in my chair to watch the movie. Our school has been pressured so much to have an lgbt class because it was claimed the city's most homophobic college. I honestly didn't even know such a catergory existed.

So here I am, watching a documentary from the 1960-1970's about homosexuals fighting for their rights. And of course, with every serious topic comes that one smart ass who has to take it as a joke.

"Yeah I'd riot too if I couldn't have some dck shoved in my butt!" The whole class laughs and people start clapping and banging the desk. Ms. Rachael asks the class to calm down and watch the movie. The guys start slapping fives with Jackson, the only asswipe to make such a comment and give everyone the incentive its funny.

The documentary continues and the names of students who kill themselves because they are bullied come flashing across the screen with family photos of them and their lovers. Jackson grunts and laughs, even claiming one of the kids looks like monkey and should have never gotten their "butt done". The kids laugh and I clench my fists. He's going too far. He's going to damn far. These kids, they've died for loving who they want. The movie continues and scenes of kids beaten for being bullied popped up. Jackson laughs cold heartedly but before he blurts out a joke, the bell rings. I jump up, pack away my books and rush out the class with small tears in my eyes. I run down the hall and to the bathroom and race into stall to cry. I cry because im surrounded in a school full of jerks, bullies and hatred and because im learning that I am, indeed, a lesbian.

         She has a beautiful short afro she always picks out with her "equality for all" comb. She holds gorgeous hazel eyes, a beautiful nose, pink lips that are always under black cherry lipstick and a stunning white smile. She's really friendly and while many people love her attitude and style others hate it and call it "too 70's". I call it freedom of expression.

She rallies for gay rights and says everyone should love anyone and no one should be judged because we all hold sins in our own way. Her strength and courage to stand up for gays is amazing. And to top all things off, she herself is gay and proud. Yet, she attends the most homophobic college ever made. It an agrument in itself.

         I realize after 10 long minutes I've been staring at her and her eyebrows are clearly stating a confused and worried look in response to my stare. I blink twice and smile at her and mouthing an apology. She smiles back and states "its ok". She really is amazing. I scramble to eat my chicken salad and gulp down my orange juice. Crying in the bathroom stall for 5 minutes and taking up the time to fix yourself and act as if nothing is wrong takes courage and makes me hungry and sad. I look up in time to see Acadia sit dowm beside me, holding her barbeque ribs with macroni and cheese. I laugh upon seeing her plate and ask her why is she eating dinner for lunch.

"Boy I told you I'm starving. I need that dinner food." She starts pulling her bbq ribs apart and  eating them like she hasn't eaten in days. I start laughing. She nudges me and smiles. Acadia has been my best friend since elementary school. We started off hating eachother and she would often try to bully me because she felt she controlled me. We fought almost every month for two years until 3rd grade when we fought and we both fell down the stairs. The impact almost crushed my brain as my skull dented in from hitting the bottom step. Acadia fell to but managed to stop and actually grabbed my foot so I didn't hit the ground with the full impact that was supposed to kill me. I became a news story and Acadia cried because she thought she would be taken from her mom for the incident. She said people actually praised her for saving me and once I came out of my coma, she apologized to me and held my hand. Then I passed out again and she ran out the room to get my mom. Ever since that day we became friends and never argued again.

"Acadia slow down. Are you even tasting your food?"

"Hell yeah, it taste like ribs and mac with cheese". She laughed. Acadia held this stunning and charming smile. "Shit, this food tasting as good as a gold medal to an athlete." She laughed. Acadia is my charming caramel colored blunt friend. She holds big brown and green eyes which comes from her Italian green eyed mom and african american brown eyed dad. Love has no limits.