Sincerely, Mila

Intro/teaser

It was always so awkward in History class, the teacher expecting us to actually discuss things and talk to each other. But all of the people in this class are strangers to me. Moving to a new environment is always scary, but it's even scarier when you are a minority. A rare, exotic, different human being. Obviously me being gay is a minority, but it definitely isn't the "hardest" minority to belong to. But either way, no one wanted to talk to me about anything, even about history. So I just sat there every morning, alone. Not necessarily wanting anyone to talk to me, but at the same time I did. I longed for human conversation with people that weren't my family, but at the end of the day I was losing hope. Losing hope that there was someone out there who would talk to me, or even be friends with me, despite me being different.

Suddenly, my deep thought was interrupted as a petite, beautiful girl in a cheer uniform sat next to me and turned to make eye contact with me. "Hi!" she said cheerfully, "I'm Mila. I heard that you just moved here and I thought I'd sit here and get to know you!" she said, holding out her hand for me to shake. I hesitantly grabbed her hand and shook it, still in shock that Mila Johnson out of all people wanted to "get to know me".

If you didn't know, Mila Johnson is the most beautiful, popular, girl in school. Cheerleader, Honor's student, future valedictorian. And those are all very impressive and amazing, but oh my god can we just talk about how amazingly beautiful she is?! Dark caramel skin, almond shape eyes that were brown but not the boring kind of brown. They had shimmering gold flecks in them, that sparkled when the lights hit them just right. Long, lucious, wavy black hair, and her smile. My god, she had the most beautiful smile. When she smiled, she had little dimples in her cheeks, her eyes slightly closed, crinkling at the sides, and her mouth open to reveal her teeth. When she smiled it wasn't subtle, it was from ear to ear.

Anyway, I'm getting the feeling that you think I have a little school girl crush on Ms. Mila Johnson. Sadly you are wrong, I don't have a schoolgirl crush on Ms. Mila Johnson. I have a whole ass full blown crush on Miss Mila Johnson. But not only was she straight, she was the preacher's daughter. If I didn't already have no hope in it working because she is straight, the preacher's daughter makes it ten times worse.

The real question is: She is the preacher's daughter, and she knows I'm gay. (Everyone does, things spread like wildfire.) Why would she want to talk to me. If her dad found out she'd be in so much trouble. If her boyfriend found out she'd be in even more trouble because her boyfriend's father is co preachers with her father. But I saw it in her eyes. She needs help. Either help from her family, or her point of view on the world, or even, help to find out her sexuality???
    No. No, it can't be that. But either way I'm happy she is sitting next to me and giving me a chance to be myself, my true self.