It would be nice to run away to somewhere where I'll feel like I belong. I don't know where that place is, but it's definitely not here... maybe New York or Los Angeles. I could start over. Pretend that every memory before this never existed.
If I go, I don't ever want to look back. I don't ever want to ever see, hear, or even think of the people I leave behind. I'll be a new person. And the old me will cease to exist. Eventually, I will fade away from the memories of the people I've left behind. I'll just disappear from their lives. That is what I want: to just disappear and start over.
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The Straight Girl
General FictionPart 1 of 4 Caroline Alton had the perfect life in Dallas. She had a loving family. She had friends. She was safe. But, that all changes when she comes out. This story uses rhetorical heterophobia to explore how LGBT teens are treated today (In plai...
