Yes I am a girl.
Yes I play video games.
Yes I have short hair.
Yes I am a slob.
Yes I ride a skateboard.
Yes I am a girl.
Yes my name is Bailey.
Why does everyone think I'm a boy? I know I have boy characteristics, but I am most definitely a girl. It's called a Tom boy people!
It gets tiring after awhile. People are always calling me Boyley, which, I know, is a terrible nickname. My best friend, Gabby, even did that when I first met her. She doesn't make that mistake anymore.
There was one day, at the school dance, that was really embarrassing. This was in junior high.
It was finally my first dance, and my mom made me wear a tuxedo, and I was going alone. A tuxedo, I mean, really? Does she want to make my problems worse??
So, when I got there, there was girl standing in front of me. I don't remember who it was, it was awhile ago.
Then, she dragged me in the hallway where we were alone, and she pushed me against the lockers.
Then her lips met mine. I had no clue what was happening until I opened my eyes and saw her light brown hair in my face.
I pulled her away and said:
"What the heck are you doing? I'm a girl!!" Then the girl started screaming and ran into the bathroom probably to wash her lips off.
I called my mom, tears starting to form in my eyes. I told her what happened, and told her to come get me.

That was the story of the worst night of my life.

All I hope is that doesn't happen again, now that I'm a freshmen in high school. Even though high school is supposed to have mature people, 1st graders are more mature then the people I have to go to school with.
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Today was the first day of school, and 5/7 teachers said Mr. Turner instead of Ms. Turner as in Ms. Bailey Turner. People can't get enough of me.
That wasn't even the worst part.
Gabby wouldn't sit next to me at lunch because people might think we were dating.
How stupid is she? Maybe I should get some better friends.
And, at lunch, boys called me over for me to go sit with them. I was thinking, man, do they really like me? Then I realized they thought I was a boy and I got really disappointed. I walked back to a table. Alone.
Normal girls liked talking about getting new haircuts or painting their nails but what I like to talk about is how the new Xbox came out and what games I want to get if I get it. But girls ignore me and boys take me as their own.
People even say my voice is boyish enough.
And that's only the beginning of my horror.