I stood in front of the mirror,
examining myself. I'm currently in the studio. Chris Brown's "I Love You," fading into the background as I let my thoughts take over. I wish I had someone to love, hold, make promises to. I wish I had someone who could understand; feel. I want to be loved. That's all I ask.
I guess this would be a good time introduce myself, I'm Shereen Jenkins. I'm 14. I dance and I'm gay. I've known ever since kindergarten when I had a friend named Morgan who I thought was really pretty and had the urge to kiss her all time. At that time, being as young as I was, I didn't think it was wrong whatsoever. It wasn't until my brother, Jeremiah, came out that I was 100% sure I was gay. Seeing as I finally understood what the word meant. Anyway, it is for that exact reason that I have only outted myself to my family.
I could only imagine what the people at school would say. I'm a very genuine and sensitive person, I'd probably off myself from all the hate. That's the thing with people they fear what they don't understand. I believe if we'd explore more it'd be a better world.
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My Life as Shereen Jenkins
Teen Fiction*DISCONTINUED* I just want someone that wants to make me smile as much I want them to. I just someone that wants to hold me at night and tell me how much I mean to them. I just wanna be cared for, loved. This is a fanficton about Shereen Jenkins an...
