Stealing Your Heart: One Crime At A Time

-Prologue-

March 7, 2021
Khabarovsk Krai, Russia

"If you could travel to another country, where would you go? And with who? What would you do there?"
If I could travel anywhere in the world, I would definitely travel to Canada. With my future wife, or girlfriend. For many reasons. But mainly for one, specifically.
I gripped at my pencil tightly as it glided across the lined paper with ease. All the other students around me were probably writing down places in Europe, with their family, and five or six reasons.
I only had one reason.
Freedom.
"Why freedom?"
I could feel my teacher's eyes stare me down, along with the other students. Out of everything I could choose? Why only that?
"Because in Canada, you are not judged for being who you are. People treat you like a human being instead of rotten food."
Miss Quinn slowly bent down so her head with level with mine.
"What do you mean, Leea?" she asked me. "Who are you talking about?"
I fiddled with my fingers under my desk. "The LGB—"
"The Fag Clan."
That voice. I remember it! It sounds like a broken lawnmower that's ready to combust.
My eyes darted over towards where the voice was coming from; but what I saw was nothing but a fuzzy, black blob of nothing. No face, no body, no limbs. Just a blob.
"&$)@/!" the teacher shouted. "How dare you speak out of turn."
What was that? What did she say? Who is that?
The blob pointed at me. "And how dare she talk about the fag clan in Northern Russia!"
Excuse me? Sir? Ma'am? Whoever you are? Please don't say that word.
"&$)@/!"
The blob jiggled as if it shook its head and just shut up. I grabbed my paper, my pencil, myself and ran out of the classroom.

      Running.
      Running.
      Running.
      I passed the classrooms, locked doors, staff rooms, and students as I hightailed it down the long hallway.
Fag Clan, Fag Clan. Leea is apart of the Fag Clan!
      Look at this dumb queer! She thinks she's sooooo amazing by spreading "love", when in reality she's just helping spread diseases.
      Leea, why do you have to shove it in our faces so much? I know you care about your fag clan, but just keep it a minimum okay?
      Fag Clan.
      Fag. Clan.
     
      "Shut Up!"
      I shoved my body to the ground and just laid there like a squirrel basking in the sun. Except I'm a sad squirrel with a "disease".

"Are you okay?"
No. Stop. Just stop.
"Excuse me? I have a class to get to and I'm not ready to commit a hit and-"
"I'm up!"
I lifted my head from the ground as my eyes adjusted to the light around me.
"Well that's a relief."
Dude, leave me alone. I'm clearly a lesbian.
My eyes glanced over at the shiny pair of boots just four or five inches away from my face. Care to give me some space?
I used my dirty hands to lift myself up from the cracked cement sidewalk.
The wind started to pick up at this point and my ass was freezing. I wrapped my hands around my arms and shivered while staring down at my feet.
"God fuckin hell, " I whispered. "It's cold."
The person in front of me chuckled as if I was a dumbass for forgetting my jacket; jokes on them I was.
"Ever thought of checking the weather, frosTY?" The pitch in their voice lightened and I could now tell from that that the person I was talking to was a girl. Great.
"Look here girly-"
......
*internal gay screams*
Oh wow. Wow yeah. Yeah she's really pretty.
I stared into her hazel green eyes as she stared into my violet ones. Her long, brown hair hugged tightly around her shoulders as it draped down to her lower back. She was dressed in what a normal high schooler would wear: a beanie, denim jacket with plaid sleeves, a big tee, black jeans, and brown boots.
"Yes?" Her eyes widened. "Is there something wrong?"
"No!" I shouted at her. Wait. "No, I mean, nothing is wrong. You're good."
The girl nodded and yawned.
"Whatever." She moved her hair behind her ears. Her left foot stepped in front of her right and vice verse until she was a couple feet in front of me before she stopped.
"Oh, and lady?" She turned around to face me. A smirk slowly formed on her pink lips. "I don't associate myself with dykes. They disgust me." Wink.
The bitch flipped her hair and trotted off like the little skank that she is- No, we don't call girls skanks. We call them bitches :).