As I walked into school, I could hear my mother’s voice start the routine that occurred every weekday at 2:21; when I got off the bus. “How was your day at school?” she asked, sitting at the table, with the mail and bills spread around her. “Good! Hey Mom, I have to tell you something. I asked a girl out today! Her name is Victoria, and she’s bisexual.” - I didn’t realize why I told my mom that, but it felt right at the moment. “Thats nice! Did she tell you that or are those nasty rumors going around?” I didn’t know how to respond; I felt relieved that she knew how rude people could be, but I also thought she was judging me for not dating someone traditional. “She told me herself. But it doesn’t really matter, I’m bi too.” It slipped. I didn’t mean to say it, as I didn’t want any of my close family knowing until I had fully come to terms with my sexuality. I didn’t know it then, but …show more content…
I shuttered at the sound of my words. I was the only person I knew who wasn't straight. I felt alone. I felt scared. She helped me though a lot of things, and I slowly told people at school of my sexuality. Throughout 8th grade and the summer going into highschool, I felt a lot more attracted to guys than girls. And my a lot, I meant completely. I told a few of my friends that I like 80% guys and 20% girls, which eventually because 100% guys and 0% girls when going into Freshman year. Freshman year was the year I wanted to feel more comfortable with my feelings and identification. I came out to a lot more people, and by the end of the year the whole school practically knew. I started being more involved with the LGBT community at our school, and joined the GSA. I meet a lot of good friends through that club, who encouraged me to join journalism, where I made even more friends. I started to feel like I was not alone, and I knew then that I had people to talk
“Straining his eyes, he saw the lean figure of General Zaroff. Then... everything went dark. Maggie woke up in her bed. “Finally woke up from that nightmare. Man… I miss my brother. Who was that person that my brother wanted to kill?” she looks at the clock and its 9:15am “Crap I’m late for work!” Maggie got in her car and drove to the hospital for work.
“ “You see?” [Mom] said. “Right there. That’s exactly what I’m saying. You’re way too easily embarrassed. Your father and I are who we are. Accept it.”
Stargirl was not like everyone else in Mica High. She was a unique individual with no restrictions to her own identity. But when Leo stressed the fact that she was so different, she undertook the task to change herself, for Leo’s sake. Even though Leo was euphoric with the new Susan Caraway, her shunning was not ebbed. The change did nothing for stargirl but cripple her jovial personality. Stargirl shouldn’t have changed herself for someone else’s motive, but should’ve kept herself the way she was, as your own happiness should be put before others, and there’s always someone that stays by your side no matter the notions made of you.
Since a child, Stargirl had always seemed a bit… off. Her parents seemed to adore her weirdness, they even seemed to encourage it at times. To demonstrate, her parents called her Pocketmouse. They used it to so much that even she started referring to herself as Pocketmouse instead of Susan. But did her parents ever do anything about it? Of course not. She kept the nickname, until she changed it to Mudpie. Then Hullygully. And then Stargirl. But at the time, I knew her as Mudpie.
Everything was going great at Oakville farm, I mean everything was normal and okay how it should be if you don’t count that the fact Donna came home late last night. She came home around two or three o’clock in the morning when it was pitch black outside, and believe me this isn’t the first time it ever happened either, maybe it’s not that big of a deal to you but to me it is, Donna here is the farmer’s daughter. While Mr. Salem is away she’s the one in charge of us,and because she’s the one in charge of us we haven't eaten in two days! Mr. Salem always made sure we were cared for, and was handled with love but , Donna on the other hand she just doesn’t care. There’s a lot of us here on the farm, we have a variety of animals here like horses,
Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump… “Maggie.” Channing Tatum was running towards me through a field of daisies. “Maggie,” he said through smiles. “Maggie. Maggie!” he yelled across the meadow. “MAGGIE!” I felt a slight stinging sensation on the top of my foot. Why is Channing Tatum yelling at me? “MAGGIE WAKE UP!!” I shot out of my wonderful dream, and returned to dull reality. As I sat up from my sleeping position in the old dingy red minivan, I bumped my forehead on the little notch used to hang garments from. “OW!!” I shrieked. My headphones fell off my head, and I saw my little brother in the middle seats motioning to my mom.
“Sugar, Spice, and everything nice. These are the ingredients to create the perfect little girls.” – The Powerpuff Girls Narrator. That's all you'd heard on a Sunday morning and from a cute little girl sitting on a couch watching her favorite cartoon show. My Mom would sit next to me and wonder why I loved watching this so much.
I packed my things into a small U-Haul. We were leaving the town I had always known, Houston, to go someplace I barely knew, a small town named Navasota. We moved when I was four because my parents wanted us to experience a small town like they had grown up in. Would I find new friends? Would the people there like me?
Hello my tantalizingly talloned troopers. You're hanging in there with me as my polishing powers persevere through this challenge. I'm glad you're still with me because today I had the chance to use something I really like. GLITTER! (Leftover sentiments from pre-school) I admit, I never grew out of the whole sparkly, colorful, fluffy and pink obsession that little girls have. I'll never disown Barbie, and I refuse to give up my love of sequines and rhinestones (I don't actually wear sequines).
Her sudden proclamation broke the silence. Ordinarily, I would have replied with something along the lines of,
We’re halfway through the show and we’re about to sing “Little Things” and I get this idea. “To make this song even more special, we’ll each pick one of you to come up here with us.” After I finish the room goes insane and the lads look confused. So the band starts to play and we begin to look. Zayn and Harry were the first to find their girls in the first row, but Louis, Liam, and I took our time. This was my perfect move to find her and I know where she sits. When I was holding those small hands her bracelet said “Row K Seat 3”, so that’s where I’m looking. “Niall what’s taking so long it’s not like you’re looking for the one.” Harry joked and the crowd went wild. But I am, there’s something about her that makes me crazy. “I found her.” I reach out for
Julio – A man in his late 20s (who is in touch with his feminine side)
“I cannot wait till I grow up and wear makeup like my friends. “Makeup is going to make all the popular boys and girls like me. If you listen to other kids around you this is what they might say. Teens like you don’t need to where make up to look good because you’re beautiful in your own way.
Many seek a reason to live, that fills the hollowness of their hearts with purpose. My brother, who has Autism, is that purpose. He has influenced my character and my convictions In the past, like so many others, I needed to feel a sense of belonging in society, in my family, and in the world. Whenever I turned on the television and watched the news, there were always disturbing cases of people abusing, torturing, and mistreating individuals like my brother.
Today Jeanne is five years old. A cute frail pint-sized girl. Her nanny compares her skin to fresh white cream. Even in the summer it seems that the sun cannot color it. She has kept her large deep blue eyes which are unfathomable yet observant.