Legal Disclaimer: Guess what! This doesn't have to be here, because this is an original character story! I'm just so used to writing fanfiction that I put this here before I thought, and now I think it's funny so I'm not deleting it. Mwahahaha! Errm.. characters are mine, not yours! THEY BELONG TO MEEEEE!!!! Bwahahahahaahaaa *cough*

Warnings: This piece of fiction deals with homosexuality.. basically lesbians. Yeah, there are gay men too, but they aren't main characters, they're just mentioned. The story basically revolves around the trials and tribulations of a small town lesbian couple trying to make it though life. How special, huh? Anyway, if this isn't your cup of tea, then go bye bye.

Dedications: For um.. my GSA here in Wisconsin Rapids, which is where this story takes place by the way. Specifically for Jordan aka Foxy Cleopatara ‘cause you just kick ass, dude. And for erm... Mary. Yeah, Mary ‘cause Mary is a happenin' lady! Go you, Mary!
*huggles Jordan* Ehehe. Yeaah.

Wheee, that is it so now you get to read! WOO! Enjoy, and remember to review! I will diiieee if you don't review it, even if you think it sucks. Which you shouldn't, ‘cause this story kicks all-mighty ass. So there. :P

Ostracized Paradise
By: LadyWillow

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Being foreign is hard enough. Try being foreign, Wiccan, and a lesbian. It's nearly impossible.

It was the fall, and school was just beginning. Lucky me, I got to move from my home in London, England to the backwater town of Wisconsin Rapids, in the state of Wisconsin, which obviously resided in the USA.

I didn't want to move. At all. In my large London school, I was one of many lesbians and gays. I was never alone. Wisconsin Rapids had 18,000 people in their little town; hardly enough to sneeze at. I knew for a fact that there would be few, if any, homosexual people at my new school, and if there were any, they most certainly wouldn't be out.

I was also concerned about leaving my coven. I had been with that coven since I was 12 years old, almost five years. I knew that there would be no coven in Wisconsin rapids. I knew there would be no gay/straight alliance, no Pride Club, nothing that I had come to need. An of course, there would be discrimination. And lots of it. Small towns bred narrow minds, I knew that well. Living in London had made things easier for me. Most of the time heterosexual people left me alone. They really didn't care. They understood that who I love, and what I do in my bedroom is my own business.

Sadness gripped at me, as I remember all the cards from my friends. “We'll miss you, Claire!” and “Don't' forget us, Claire” were the most common messages. I felt tears prick at the backs of my eyes, so I blinked a few times, and busied myself with looking out of the small window and watching the listless clouds float by.

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I was not good with airplanes. In fact, I became quite sick on them. It didn't help that the bloody pilot flew us right into some pretty bad winds. there was nothing for me to do on the long trip except glare looks of pure hatred at my mum and dad, and think of everything I wouldn't have in Wisconsin Rapids. I knew it was a little immature to dwell on the bad things, but I didn't think I had to strength to try to be mature about such a terrible thing. I hoped that we would be able to get a new piano with our new home. We had to leave the old one behind.

Mum and dad had taken an online tour of the new house, and had done all the buying online too. Hurray for computers. They both assured me that our new home was much bigger than the house in London, but I didn't care.

I knew that dad's job required us to be in Wisconsin Rapids, but it didn't make things any easier. Dad was going to be one of the bigwigs at Stora Enso, a paper plant. From what I had heard, Wisconsin Rapids had a permanent stink caused by the plant, the Wisconsin River was heavily polluted, and the people were all hicks. Joy. Rapture.

By the time the plane landed, my legs were cramped. As we stepped off of the plane, the first words out of my mouth caused my mother to frown at me.

“Bloody hell...” I whispered, awestruck.

“Watch your language, young lady!” My mum said, her voice tight. I nodded absently, and looked all around. We were at the airport in Stevens Point, and mum and dad had made prior arrangements for a rented car to be outside. We got our luggage, and made for the door.

After a half a bloody hour, we found the car and piled all our bags in the trunk. I pouted in the back seat as we drove to our new town, and new home.

We reached Wisconsin Rapids, and my heart sunk. It was very very small, and smelly. In short; right out of a nightmare.

We stopped to drop off the rented car and pick up the new one that we had bought online, and then we were off again.

We found our new home without too much difficulty, and then began to move the things out of the moving van, which met us at our new home.

The house was rather big, and white with moss greet shutters. There were shrubs and lilac bushes, three red maple trees along the front of the house, and freshly cut grass.

As soon as we had everything out of the van, we prepared to put everything inside. I grabbed a chair and prepared to put it inside, when dad took it from me and smiled.

“Come here.” He said softly. Wordlessly I followed him inside. He led me through the kitchen, and dining room before we arrived at a closed door.

“Is this my room?” I asked. Dad just shook his head.

“Go in.” He urged, his voice thick with excitement. I slowly opened the door, then gasped.

There, in the middle of the otherwise empty room, was a full sized Bosondorfor piano.

My shriek of excitement must have been able to be heard for miles around. I dashed to the plush bench and played a chord. The piano was in perfect tune, and I felt tears of joy spring to my eyes.

“Glad you like it.” Dad said, smiling.

I leapt up and hugged him close. Over his shoulder I watched mom walk up and smile.

“We know it's been hard on you, leaving your friends and everything you knew,” mum began “But we had to leave friends and things we were so familiar with also.”

I nodded and sighed. “What if people here don't like me?” I asked, fear setting in.

Mum smiled. “Then you'll make the best of it.”

Yeah, it isn't finished yet. In fact, there are over 70 handwritten pages already done, but I'm not going to sit for 8 hours at my computer to type them all up, so I can put this fic up in one chunk. Sooo, even though sooooo much more of this is written, it's only going up in little bits. That way, I'm not pressured to disreguard my homework in order to get big pieces of this typed up. Lovely, huh? So yeah, just check back in a few days to see if there is more, okay? And click on the button down there *points* and REVEIW! *begs* Thankies!!!