Planet

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Small things always made me smile. A shirt that fit just right, a warm blanket, a reassuring smile. This was how I stayed alive.

Life isn't the most amazing thing in the universe for me. Out of all of the stars, for some reason I landed on a supernova. But even though the world around me was falling apart, I learned to love the colours in the explosions.

Limestone highschool was less than ideal when my mom and I escaped from the previously mentioned supernova called my dad 3 years ago. Since I had moved in, 2 teachers had been fired for selling drugs, they'd gone through 5 counselors that quit for 'personal reasons' and someone had spray painted an R on the end of the Limestone in the Limestone Public Highschool sign on the front of the building which had never been fixed.

It was 5th period- Spanish- where the teacher did nothing but show us movies with Spanish subtitles, tell stories about her lazy ex, and smell strongly of pot.  It was my freshman year and I was fresh out of the closet... well... to myself. There was a movie on the screen I wasn't paying attention to; I was too busy looking up unit 3 "La Cuerpo" in my Spanish book.

Even though the teacher had no intention of ever teaching us a word of Spanish, she still would hand out random tests on days where she was more sad and angry then carefree and stoned.

I looked up for a half second, probably because of the gasps and hand over mouth claps from everyone else in the room. On the screen in front of me was a Lesbian sex scene. The movie was PG13 so it was nothing too graphic- but before I even knew what was going on a word tumbled out of my mouth that I probably should have kept in.

"Hot."

Little did I know. From that moment onward I was a legend; a lesbian. And I loved it. The news spread from that Spanish room so quickly I thought I had missed some sort of announcement over the intercom from the principal saying "RORY ADAMS THINKS GIRLS ARE HOT. i repeat. RORY ADAMS THINKS GIRLS ARE HOT"

After that, everything was different- and definitely not in a bad way- school was suddenly tolerable. I instantly was allowed to 'The Gay Table" aka "The Gayble" in the lunch room, which where mostly Upperclassmen that took me under their wing and made sure anyone who said anything out of line concerning me was as good as dead.

Before that day I was the shy girl with twin braids and a beanie that would probably stay the most nondescript, boring human until she graduated. After that; I was a goddess.