Okay okay so I wrote this at like 11 pm and these characters are from a book that I'm thinking to write and I got really proud of it okay even though it sucks ass so

Let me just describe one thing in the world that means so much to me- a smile. In which, laugher. There was a smile on my mother's face when I was born, a smile on my fathers when I got an A on my very first math test. The smile on my own face as I sat across from a boy I knew I could love but by too many people told that I can't, that we are either too young even at almost 18 or that it didn't count as love because it was different- my younger brothers smile was full of holes, full of his sense of what's right and wrong and to achieve the grey lines in-between, full of my fathers wide lips and my mothers soft curve and they way he oddly spoke because he was different. Savanna's smile, one that covered the scars underneath while revealing so much potential, beauty, kindness, and everything that Matt wanted, but she couldn't see. Cameron's, a smile that showed all that he wanted was acceptance, to enjoy life without judgement blocking his way, because he was a He and he was not she, a smile that showed that he was a beautiful person despite the quirks and his unaccepting guardians.
Polly, the girl born with a disorder because of her parents mistakes and her own, a smile that still showed what perfect is underneath the shots, underneath the boys who called her fat and the girls who teased her for her only trying to fit in, that even through the small lips and braced teeth that Polly was perfect.
Everyone's smile is different, and everyone's love is different. So why because of a certain belief or ways of thinking, that some people are judged, hated, and mistreated.
Jayces face was relaxed, the smile I connected to one that was perfected for the crowd, but for me was not perfected, for me it was open, his eyes bright as so many more possibilities could lead him to something beautiful falling slightly from his face as I talked, his eyes also filling from understanding because I want acceptance, and I don't want me, or Polly, or my dyslexic brother to be called a faggot, to be called fat, to be called stupid, because we are human.