Scoring a Goal [✔]

3 ♒️ dyke alert

"You know that new girl, Sarah Hale? Well, rumor has it, she's a dyke."

"A dyke? Gross."

"Yeah. Taylor saw her checking out Amy in the shower."

"No way! What a freak."

Those were the words I heard while tying my cleats on in the locker room. All the girls were huddled together closely, giggling and snickering at every joke. Turns out, Taylor saw what happened yesterday. And of course, that's all it took for the entire soccer team to find out.

I tried to ignore them, mostly because what they were saying wasn't true. Well, except the "checking out Amy in the shower" part...

Just then, Taylor and a bunch of other girls from the team crowded me. "Look girls, even the way she ties her shoes screams dyke."

"Sarah Hale's nothing but a faggot. Gross."

"I'm afraid to even change in here anymore."

"I bet she sneaks a peek at us while we change."

Why were their words affecting me as much as they were? I never let anyone say shit to me, let alone get aggravated or bothered by it.

So I was surprised when I bolted out of the locker room and into the parking lot with tears running down my face.

I'm not a faggot. I'm not gay, I repeated to myself.

All I had to do was prove it to them.