Why are we looked at differently?

Linnie

Where did my life go so wrong? 

Her name was Ava, we were best friends. We grew up together, of course we were best friends. We went through Elementary school together! We were inseparable..

That all changed once we entered high school though.  

Its not my fault I'm like this! 

Like any normal teenager, I was starting to question certain stuff. Like my sexuality and my dislikes and likes. By the time of 10th grade, I had come up with the solution that I wasn't straight. I had seemed attracted to both male and females. I had done some research and decided on experimenting with being bisexual. Of course, by this time me and Ava were still close friends. 

We're normal too! 

Throughout all of sophomore year, I was experimenting with my sexuality. By Junior year , I had figured out that I was in fact, Bisexual. I was so proud and happy with myself. There was only one problem. My family were extremely homophobic. So, I figured I'd hold up on telling them. That didn't work out. 

The first person I told was, of course, Ava! .. It didn't go well..

 "Um, Ava I have something important to tell you." 

"Sure, whats up?" She twirled her cherry blossom hair between her fingers. "Um, well its kinda hard for me to say.." She laughed, looking up at me, "You can tell me anything!"

I took a deep breath, a long deep breath. My vision blurred, I felt sick to my stomach. "I'm Bisexual!" I finally blurted out. Letting out the breath I didn't even know I was holding, 

I slowly looked up at my close friend, hoping to see her comforting smile and her soft voice telling me that it was okay. 

I didn't get that. She was looking me with the utmost disgusted look on her face. She seemingly inched away from me. "You're gay?" I opened my mouth to explain that I wasn't gay, I was bisexual. But she quickly shot down that idea. "You don't like,

like me..? Do you?"

My heart dropped, I had never in a million years imagined me and Ava together. "No-NO! I don't like you! I- No!" My brain seemingly stopped working. She seemed offended by my response, "What? No, its okay if you like me, I just don't like you." She said bitterly, hatred dripped from her words. It hurt, a lot. 

I looked at her confused, "What? No, Ava I don't like you!" I desperately tried to explain. Ava rolled her water colored eyes, "Get out of my house." 

"What?" She screamed at me, "Get out! I don't want you here!" I stared at her in disbelief, is she serious? The seriousness in her eyes told me she was. I slowly sat up from where we were sitting and started to walk out.

But something stopped me, a thought lingered in my head.

'Should I apologize?'