Meeting Sarah Parks (Editing)

Ten

••Connie's POV••

It's been a few days since I told Starr I was lesbian. To be honest, I haven't been myself. So many things to deal with. Sarah is crushing on some girl. I mean, seriously..and you tell me this?!

I rubbed my head. I'm getting a headache. I grabbed some medicine from the cabinet in the bathroom and drunk it. I then went back to my room. Maybe I should read my book to get my mind out of things. I sat near my window and read my books. Well until I saw something.

Christian was outside talking to some girl. He looked a little nervous. Maybe that's his crush!! I have to meet her. I jumped from my seat from the window and ran downstairs. I opened the door and saw him talking to her.

"Hello, I am-" she turned around and faced. "Oh. My. God. What?! Why?! How?! When?! Just.. What?!!

"Angelica?!" I shouted which made them both flip. "Oh hey Connie!" she said smiling cheekily.  "You know each other?" he asked. "Yeah, we have the same art class together. Christian I thought you meant another person?" I asked. "Can I talk to you Christian?" he nodded and we went back into the house.

"Christian! You like crazy Angelica?!" I whispered. "What? She's not crazy." he looked offended But I was So shocked and angry. "She's crazy! Don't you see she has like probably a mental disorder! She's really weird and So excited all the time What is it you like about that...freak!" I said. I then felt regret. "How dare you even say that about her? What has gotten into you lately? You have been nothing But mean. Gee, you only care about yourself right? Then you go criticizing and being rude. She's the best thing that has ever happened to me. I know I mess with girls. But she's way different. If you don't like that and won't accept the fact that I found love then screw you." He slammed the door and I looked down. Tears were blocking my vision.

Wow. Good way to fuck up Christian.

I didn't mean to! I just..I don't get it. I'd never say anything mean like that. Why am I saying it now? Tears streamed down my red cheeks.

"What is wrong with me?!" I sobbed. I fell to the floor. "Brianna, I'd bet you tell me it's alright it's not your fault. But..I have No one to tell me that anymore! I fucked everything up! I'm a murderer. It's my fault your fucking dead!" I shouted and sobbed at the top of my lungs.

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I walked into school. With my Hood up. Then I felt a hard hand and I was pushed to the ground. "You stupid dyke! Nobody likes you!" They all laughed.  I got up and kept on walking. I heard whispers saying 'look it's the queer.' 'she's going to hell real soon' Tears blurred my vision.

They know...But how? The only one who knows is...Starr.

No! Starr couldn't have! Please she's my best friend.

She didn't do it. Connie,  I know you think I'm torturing you. But you should know. She didn't do it.

Trust me.

••Sarah's POV••

When I saw Connie.  My heart was about to break. She looked terrible. Well not in a mean way. Her beautiful brownish hazel eyes..were now So dull. It was dark brown. Her curls were all over the place. I saw her get pushed. Anger was now boiling in my body. I was just about to go and kick there asses when I realized. It's not worth it. But if They do it again I probably will shove there faces in toilets. I heard whispers..Like 'queer' 'dyke' 'homos are gross' I immediately realized. Did she come out? No, she's straight. That's What she told me.

After school, I tried to find Connie But she was No where to be seen. I saw Christian and ran up to him. "Hey! Where's your sister?" I asked. "I don't know Sarah. And I certainly don't care." he said with a cold tone. Something must of happened between those two.