Ivory-Jewls

"CATHERINE O'CONNOR! Can you answer my question!?" Yelled the teacher. I had realized, I was staring at Daniela. "Oh.. uh.. sorry." I muttered. I was blushing, everyone was staring at me. But Daniela just smiled. That made me feel better. What if she liked me back? "Catherine! Come to the board! NOW!" The teacher screamed, making her chin wiggle, and I heard some people laugh. I walked up to the board, and she handed my the chalk. I took a step back, I nearly fainted, it was the most impossible equation I had ever seen. "Well? What is the answer? If you were paying attention, you would have known this!" The teacher scolded. "Mrs. Ivy? May I u

I feel confused. What will happen after this? But I feel a bit excited. I want it to be over, but I dont want it to be a phase... I feel happy, but sad. Angry, but excited. I dont know.. I feel .... I dont know how I feel.

If God loves everyone, why does he hate homosexuals? If parents love you no matter what, why do they hate homosexuals? If friends support you, why do they hate homosexuals? Why do they hate me? I never did anything, I didn't chose to be like this. I never did anything to them, I can't just change. They all hate me. For something I didn't even do.

So, I'm A Freak? A Disease? Unnatural? Abnormal? Strange? An Outcast? Worthless? Imperfect? A Loser? Disgusting? Pointless? Different? Just because I love someone?

BREEP BREEP BREEP I smacked the alarm. As I rolled out of bed, I noticed the ugly uniform hanging on the doorknob. I sighed. I slouched out of bed and got dressed. I left my room to go downstairs. "Keep your back straight, Catherine!" My mom yelled when I got to the bottom of the stairs. I sat in the dining room chair and ate my soggy cereal. "Your hair is a mess! Go clean up! And where are your pantyhose? You are never going to be a proper lady!" Nagged my mom. "Mom, I still have time so can you-" "DO NOT SPEAK BACK TO ME! And do not call me 'Mom'. I am your MOTHER." she scolded. "Yes mother..." I sighed. I walked down the hallway, and look

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