Her second letter arrives a week and a half after her first and opening it effectively reminds me I never replied to her first. My parents had entered the room and in the craziness of finding another college letter, I completely forgot to reply.
Staring down at her second later I'm torn between laughter and sadness. She seems so sad and yet sarcastic about it. I want to reply to her. Tell her if she hates guys like Timothy Brown so much she should try dating someone more interesting, maybe a girl. I laugh at that.
I've been into girls my whole life, but Mikaela? I couldn't imagine it. She was always straight and narrow. Wanted the castle and Prince Charming right next to her.
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Love, Mikaela | A Lesbian Romance
Teen FictionMikaela met free spirited Zarah at a summer camp when they were thirteen years old, and the two became fast friends. Years later Zarah's wild hair and bright rainbow flag still flash through Mikaela's mind, antagonizing her about the secret she'll t...
