Author: karmakaze PM
Natalie is missing pieces of her identity, but she can't ask anyone for help, without fear of ridicule, for being the way she may be. Warning, slash. Chapter 7 is up, but I've rewritten it many times. If it should be redone, or something, let me know:)Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Chapters: 8 - Words: 8,779 - Reviews: 35 - Favs: 11 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 01-23-04 - Published: 07-09-03 - id: 1351904
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I was actually planning for chapter seven to be the ending, but I guess I forgot to specify that in my description, so I guess I'll write a short sequel. This is an excerpt from a new story, which is currently untitled.
There was definitely one good thing about having a girlfriend. The fact that there was at least one person in the entire school who didn't despise the thought of sitting with you, as if you held some sort of evil plague. Like Mary the Missionary. That was my nickname for her, not because I disliked religion, but because she seemed to think that I was going to Hell for liking Cassandra, and that I needed to be REMINDED of this as often as humanly possible.
Cassandra threw her backpack down on our round lunch table. "Can you believe what Mary and her stupid friends did?"
I shrugged. "Not a clue."
tore down all our flyers for the Gay/Straight Alliance and the ones they didn't
tear down, they wrote some stuff about how we're all evil…you know what? If I got even the slightest amount of
respect for my classmates I just might be able to do something about it. Sadly, I don't!" Cassandra sighed
heavily. "I'm sorry, I just…sometimes I
get so ticked at how closed-minded our school is."
I gave her a hopeful look as I set down my water bottle. "Hey, at least the principal let our club into the school," I offered. "And besides, the first meeting's tonight and the posters have been up for days. I'm sure someone saw them."
"Hmm. Maybe you're right," she breathed with slight remorse.
After sitting through another majorly boring block, it was finally time to go home, but then I remembered that we had the meeting today. Cassandra said it was in room thirty-six, so I went directly there without going to my locker.
Cassandra came running down the hall, thankfully in a much better mood than she had been in at lunch. "Guess what, someone actually came!"
I honestly couldn't imagine who it could be, or what business they'd have here. Boy? Girl? Gay? Lesbian? Bi? I had no idea, but I was certainly interested in finding out.
That was when I opened the door and saw someone who was just as shocked to see me as I was to see her. "Tess?"