by kamille Campbell
(Baltimore, Maryland)
Being gay isn’t really different, I share the some blood and cry the same tears so why should I be labeled with such words just because I like the same sex?
September 21, 1970
My name is Taylor Scott my friends call me Tay and my bullies call me gay. I’m seventeen years old and I attend north wood high in Atlanta, Georgia. I liked this girl named Sarah, she’s something else. She a player man, she needs help because she messed my head up.
There were rumors going around that she’s gay but I just didn’t believe it. She had nice brown skin, long hair and a nice body. When Sarah walked into my first period class I couldn’t help but stare, she flipped her hair and sat down next to me, she asked me my name and grade, next thing you know we sparked up a conversation and we started flirting and I ended up getting her number. I finally got home but I procrastinated to call her but I finally gained enough confidence to call her, when I called her we sat on the phone for hours, before we got off she asked me to be her girlfriend, I was excited but kind of skeptical at the time. But I mean I liked her she made me feel better than I’ve ever felt my whole high school years, the next day we went to school – she didn’t even talk to me.
Later on in the day I heard from my close friend Lexi that Sarah had been flirting with some guys around school. But I didn’t believe her because Lexi always had a crush low key but me and her are just really good friends and I wasn’t attracted to her, she was six feet and 187 pounds she just wasn’t my type we were better off friends.
When I got home I decided to call Sarah and ask her if she had been flirting with boys at school and her answer was and I asked her why she had been avoiding me all day. She ensured me that she wasn’t flirting with any boys and that she only liked me. I felt relieved, next day she came to my house and we made out. I was so happy this was my real first relationship and I was into her.
I walked into North Wood high feeling like a brand new girl the next day until I turned the corner and saw my girlfriend kissing a boy, David the captain of the football team. He got any girl he wanted and I envy him for that. I stood there while tears streamed down my face I felts so played and stupid. I ran to the bathroom and cried in anger. Carmen was watching me from a distance and ran behind me. I told her to go away but she stayed and talked with me until I felt better. I never knew this side of her I found it quite soothing and attractive because she was so deep and genuine. I knew I had to break it off with Sarah but it seems to me as if she had already broke up with me so I just ignored her until she finally asked me what was wrong, I said nothing and told her we needed to be friends. She acted like she cared but I knew she didn’t. The reason I didn’t argue with her is because everything I was searching for was right underneath my nose and all I cared about was looks. The person I was looking for was right next to me and I didn’t even realize.
8 years later
Carmen and I had been together for 8 years and adopted a child, a girl named Ziya. We both are really happy.
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