I want to say before I begin that this story doesn't have sex scenes or anything like that, this is just a coming of age story about two girls, and yes it is a LGBTQ story so be warned. I want everyone to look at this story and see something beautiful, it's not about being a girl or being a boy. It's about the person that you love and making that person happy. This is all I have to say for now, but I will try to update every week. Peace and Love to everyone who loves who they love. With that in mind lets get to the first chapter!

It hasn't even been a month, and the sting of my fathers death still haunts me. Walking into the school that was never forgiving I made my way up the stairs to the classroom that I new inhabited my classmates from second grade. See I was able to escape this mess of a school when I started 3rd grade. My mom thought that going to a new school would help me make friends, and learn to be "different". I never wanted to talk to people and I was always the one to keep to myself. When I was removed from the school that I liked and put into one  I hated (again) I was scared that everything would be the same. I felt like I was back in second grade, where everyone talked about the new girl, made fun of her because of her braids, because of how dark skinned she was . . . just because. 

Middle school kids were mean. I walked into the small classroom, my book bag still on my back. Since I was new I needed to ask the teacher where my locker was. Keeping my head down I could hear familiar voices, girls laughing and boys, well being boys. Stopping in my tracks I looked up to see what had stopped me. The short boy turned towards me with this evil smile plastered on his face. I new exactly who he was and I dreaded him realizing who I was. "Sorry" I mumbled, walking passed him towards the teachers desk; which was in such a dumb place. I thought, walking up to the prissy person who sat at the desk. She looked to be twenty five or so and the first thing I thought was that she was super young and I wondered why she was working here. "Oh your new!" She announced, getting up and rushing towards me. She had this chipper demeanor to her that I sort of liked. She was pail faced and had long dark hair that went down her shoulders in waves. She was really skinny for a teacher and I thought she was really pretty. 

Once I made it to my locker, with the help of the pretty teacher I started putting my jacket and my book bag in. I could see that other kids were also doing the same and talking among themselves about things that I found annoying. 

Stepping back into the class I found my name at one of the desks. I wanted nothing more then to just read and be left alone, but Pretty Teacher thought that it would be fun to introduce me to the whole class. I was hesitant the whole way through, looking down until she pleaded with me to look at the class. All of those faces, people that I definitely recognized and some I didn't. I hated these kids, and I wish my mother would of never sent me to this school. "My name is Nyasja" I whispered, only so the teacher could hear me. Pretty Teacher smiled and said my name loud enough for the whole class to hear, which I did not like. I could hear some laughter from voices that I recognized, and from some I didn't. " Oh, we already know her, she used to go here in second grade". Some snot nosed brat decided to fill my teacher in. That granted another smile from my teacher as I walked back to my seat, doing so I scanned the crowd of kids and noticed a certain one that looked familiar to me. 

Deseree, a shy girl who I had new in second grade; actually she was my best friend. She would always nap together and whenever we could would read together. "Deseree?" I asked, walking over to her. I didn't know if she would recognize me, but I hoped she did. "Nyasja?" She asked, looking into her eyes I could see that she new who I was. Smiling we started talking again and soon we were friends again. 

It felt so good to have someone to eat lunch with and to talk to. It seemed like to every one else I was a plague, and no one wanted to talk to or be around a plague. Since most of the kids new me from second grade they already made up their minds about the person that I was, and I 'm not going to lie, it did hurt. Over the course of the school year it was fun to be by myself, and even though I was hurting, I felt like since I had Deseree I had nothing to worry about. Both of us had nothing in common, and it seemed like second grade was a blur. Over the course of the school year though I started to lose her to. A new girl was at the school and they realized they had more in common with each other then me. I guess I wasn't mad at her for finding someone she was able to connect with, but all I wanted was a friend, and that's when I decided to force myself to talk to people I didn't like. 

There was a group of girls that I couldn't stand, but I forced myself to be different, to talk more and be a little more open. Over time they started treating me like a equal and over that time I pushed the girl I was and turned into a different person, one that had friends. 

Sixth grade started with some new faces. I still had my group of friends and we were like the "cool girls" in our class. I always felt like the odd man out. During sixth grade (at least for girls) it was all about being in a relationship and who you liked. I was very confused at why my "friends" had to talk about boys 24/7. I was starting to think that I made a mistake with the friends I had, but I tried to ignore it and to continue to be this person that I made for myself. 

My middle school would always put on a show about kids who were good. We had this thing called All Blues were all the bad ass kids would stay at the school and the "good" kids would be able to go some where and have "fun". I was always the one to go to All Blues, even if my personality changed I was still a good kid. 

During this certain All Blues we went to this skating ring that was close to my house. During half of it I decided to sit down and contemplate whether to spend my little bit of money on the expensive ass food. A girl that I new was in my class sat next to me, we both smiled at each other and that was it. I didn't know what her name was but I new she was in my class. Looking over at my friends I tried to hide my annoyance for the obvious fawning over lack luster boys. Turning my head back to the girl I said "I'm so hungry". She frowned and said the same. We both looked over at the large menu, trying to figure out if we had enough money for something. "What's so great about boys?" I said in disgust, looking back at my friends. The girl laughed and said "I was thinking the same thing". 

After that we both realized that we liked talking to each other. I couldn't believe that I found someone who saw the world the same way I did. School was better after that, having Sharee by my side. We were best friends after that day, and I loved her like a sister. I stopped hanging out with those girls (gradually) and I started acting like my old self. Sharee loved to read books, so we would mainly do that in each others company. I felt like I found someone who actually understood the person I wanted to be. She never called me weird or judged me for the things I couldn't control. 

As seventh grade rolled around something seemed to change in the atmosphere. I never wanted this to happen, but I guess there was nothing I could do. People were seeing me and Sharee as one in the same, and that's when the bullying started. We would always go places together, never wanting to be alone with the horrible people that were our class mates. Sharee was the only person I could really trust being myself around. She was what I was looking for when I tried to suppress who I really was. Who I was was a girl who wasn't shy, she was loud and she loved to laugh. She was someone that Sharee was able to see, a girl that was happy. This is what it meant to be yourself, to have someone that loves you for you, and nothing less. 

                                                         ***The end of the beginning****