From the moment I hit puberty, I've felt different. Those health class videos they've shown you? Something didn't apply to me. Something didn't feel right. Sure, I hit puberty. Sure, hormones are crazy and mood swings suck. Sure, everything happened and I felt awkward and disgusting. But... something didn't click.
"As you go through puberty, you will become attracted to either boys or girls of your age."
Why didn't I feel attracted to anyone? Why didn't I feel the urge to have a boyfriend or girlfriend? Why didn't I think or talk or do anything like everybody else?
I sighed. Why did I always get these deep thoughts when I was walking to math class?
My friend, Gail came up to me. "Hey, did you do the homework?" She asked, obviously going to copy it down on the way to class.
"Yeah, here. Just make sure to give it back to me before we go into the classroom. I don't want Ms. Crawlsworth yelling at me... Again," I let out a chuckle.
Ms. Crawlsworth was a disgusting woman whom always wore the same floral dress and had at least ten cats, judging from the fur on her clothes. She was at least fifty, and still not married. How is that even possible though? I felt sorry for her, but this re-stirred my thoughts.
What if I never find anyone? What if I end up like Ms. Crawlsworth, mean, alone, and teaching math to a bunch of annoying high school students? I sighed once again.
Abigail handed my math homework back.
I sat down.
Ms. Crawlsworth started taking attendance.
"Clarissa Brookes?" She called.
"Here," I said weakly.
I am different.
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Again And Again
General FictionClarissa is a girl in high school who you would think has everything. Nice clothes. Good friends. Good friends. Popularity. But she's never exactly fit in with the other girls. She's always felt different. Is it because she's single? She continually...
