My Personal Statement On My Life

My Mom asked me If what Tristan told her was true, I blushed a deep red “NO” ever since that day I knew that I was gay, I felt so disappointed in myself. I’ve had multiple Girlfriends in Junior High, and it did not feel right.

And then she turned to me. I felt special that she had saved me for last. I smiled at her, and she did the same to me. We had grown inseparable over the past few years especially, but now it was time to say goodbye. I knew at that point that nothing at all would change, that we would still be sisters, still be best friends, still be inseparable. Who cares if we’re 5 ½ hours away? This was us.

“I just don’t like to talk about it or even think about it. Sometimes when I am by myself, doing beadwork or something. I stop all the sudden and tears just start coming down”

All of a sudden we hear the floor shake and we realized Mrs.Berntson has turned around and was staring at us.

As I rushed them over to the O.R. I saw Isabelle fill in my spot with the pregnant lady. I found Bailee and she told me to ask them questions to keep them focused on not leaving

came over, and he clapped. They did it again. Jeannie looked at me, revealing her

I haven't met them yet….” He pulled his hoodie a little tighter. All the eyes on him were starting to make him nervous and he didn't want anyone to know what he hid. Before he had moved to New York and this school, his classmates would bully him for all the writing on his arms, since he had told them he was gay, and his dad hated it. He called the words to flowery, and had said it's not respectable for there to be writing on him especially not from another fa****. As soon as it was legal his father had shipped him off from South Carolina to live with his grandmother.

I wanted to sneak in at night while she was working but Francisco and Mark insisted that I call her and set up a time to go get my things. I hated that I listened to them the moment she answered my

“Come on if you don’t tell me I will have to assume I was right and that you are gay.” I

Megan was going to be gangbanged all night and I was going to sleep alone. I pulled out my phone and sent a text message to Art telling him to send me pictures and the crawled in bed. Part of me heart broken and other unbelievably horny.

Amy came into the kitchen after the story played. “What are you doing?” she asked, standing in her bathrobe, hair pulled back, looking tired and confused.

This newfound knowledge shed a different light on my previous thoughts and behaviors. I wasn't a weirdo for thinking about kissing Isabella! Or for staring wistfully at Elizabeth in Geography class! It should've been a fairy-tale ending, an unknown level of Nirvana previously unreached by ten-year-old girls. Don't misunderstand me- I was ecstatic, but something still felt… off. I liked girls, but I like boys too, but I didn't know about anyone else like that. Here it was, a community for people like me, but I didn't fit in there either? A tragedy for the ages, and one I was unwilling to stand for.

She gave me a hug and left. She obviously had already said goodbye to Linden. “Great, now I have 2 promises to keep.” I thought to myself.

“Sorry, I ended up dropping my phone had to get a new one and lost all my contacts.” I lied to her.

for me to tell her. I even went to text her which now I've found out