My Girl

Chapter 1

"Tell them. You need to tell them." A dark figure spoke with a light voice that echoed. The dark figure looked like the silhouette of a woman. The figure stepped close to me and placed its hand on my cheek. It leaned in and-I woke up shaking. It had been the same dream for the past few weeks. A silhouette of a woman about to kiss me and telling me to come out to my parents. There was one problem with this. I had the most christian parents in existence. The toys I was given as a child were wooden crosses and dolls with clothing stitched tightly to their bodies. I quickly got dressed in shorts and a white shirt. I put on little make up and combed through my short black hair. I ran down the stairs and grabbed some toast from the table. I left the house without uttering a word to my parents. I almost ran through the yard and made it to my white Volvo. I jumped in and backed out of the driveway. I then noticed that I was sweating;my thoughts were filled with the dream and what could've happened if I hadn't woken up. I shook my head and drove to Marisa McKin's house. She lived three blocks from me and had been my closest friend since preschool. She was one of the only people in the world that knew that I didn't like men. She was always loved by the guys and was very popular. It was her who brought me up on the high school popularity chain. She came out of her house wearing overalls and a black shirt and heels. Her blonde hair was curled and fell on her shoulders. She was much prettier than I would ever be, and I envied her because of it. She hopped in the car and pecks my cheek, "Hey sis! Can't believe this is the last week of summer. Jesus I don't want school to start again." I groaned at the mention of school. I laughed and replied, "You clearly need some coffee. Sadly we have to pick up Kip." She rolled her eyes playfully and said in a low whisper, "Have you told your parents yet?" I looked at her and asked, "About?" She looked at me seriously and replied, "You know what I'm talking about." My expression fell and I responded in a monotoned voice, "No. I don't think I ever can. They would kick me out and tell all of their friends about it so they would never let me stay in their houses." Marisa looked at me sadly and tried to lighten the mood, "You can always stay at my house. My parents may be really christian but they would never see their favorite person homeless." I laughed lightly and sped towards Kip Kirk's house.

I pulled into the driveway and Marisa stuck her head out the window screaming, "Get your butt out here now Kip! We need coffee!" She continued to scream until her came bursting out and flung himself into the car. He covered Marisa's mouth and said, "Do you know how hard it is to have a serious conversation with my Dad while you're out here screaming? I got in so much trouble!" At these words we saw Kip's father run out of the house yelling at us, "I'll get you Marisa! Just you wait!" Marisa screamed playfully and I quickly pulled out of the driveway and sped down the road to the cafe. 

Kip sat in the back poking Marisa's head. After about fifty pokes she spun around and asked challengingly, "Got a problem?" He smiled innocently and replied, "Yes. You have a large knot in your hair so I have decided to poke it." These were the wrong words to say to Marisa. She unbuckled her seatbelt and lunged into the back screaming like a banshee. 

We had ordered our coffee's and we sat at our usual booth waiting. Three girls entered. They were all brunette's and looked extremely similar. They were the schools mean girls. They were triplets and all were horrible. Kat, Katie, and Katrina always believed they were special but Marisa always said that their parents didn't know what to name the other two after they named Katrina. This always won laughs at school and made the triplets hate Marisa the most. The saw us and walked over to our table shrieking, "Ew. Someone call the exterminator! There are parasites in this cafe!" Marisa held in her laugh as Link came over with our coffee's. The girls immediately went rigid and curled their hair with their fingers, "Hey Link." They said in unison. He didn't reply. He set down our coffees and began to talk to me, "Hey Bridget! Can I talk to you privately for a second?" I glanced at the girls who were screaming internally. I nodded and he grabbed my hand; the girls looked even angrier. He took me out the back and once he was sure we were alone began, "I need to tell you something. You are such a good friend so I just need to get this off my chest." Please don't ask me out. Please don't ask me out!  At school I was famous for rejecting guys left and right. I only did it because I wasn't interested in them; I didn't like guys at all.He took a deep breath and said sheepishly, "Well, here goes nothing." More to himself then to me. I put a hand on his shoulder and said, "It doesn't matter what it is. I'll always be your friend and stick by you. Don't worry about losing me." He smiled and  said slowly, "I'm-I'm...gay."  I smiled and hugged him. He seemed confused and I hugged him harder, "I'm so happy for you Link!" He hugged me back and whispered, "Thank you." Should I tell him? He did just come out to me. I should, it is the right thing to do. Before he went inside i held him back and said, "I have to tell you something too." He nodded and listened, "I'm a lesbian."  He smiled and hugged me, "So, that's why you reject all of the guys at school." I smiled and blushed slightly, "What ever."