Finding My Finley (Lesbian Storys)

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When I turned 14 I realized a lot of things,
Like the fact that I liked my best friends
And I wanted my hair short
And that I like girls
But with parents that are homophobic and a best friend getting suspicious of your actions. Well what's a girl to do?
I ponder this question a lot. Especially on this bus ride on this "bright" foggy afternoon In Harthsworth Illinois, when I finally got that nervous feeling of going to a new school.
And along with this question came a lot of other questions,
Will I make and friends?
Will I meet any girls?
And other fun thoughts along those lines, the girl next to me wasn't the greatest either big thick glasses and brown hair in a ponytail, but she was pretty and geez those blue eyes could freeze a person.
I wanted to talk to her but my nerves got the best of me,but she sure is pretty
The bus pulled to a stop in front of the dull brown building, like any normal school it had trees and flowers and bushes to try to make it look some what nicer, but it was school and school was school.
I grabbed my black and sliver backpack from of the floor in front of me and stood up stretching. My now short black hair bounces softly as I walk of the bus scanning the grounds.
Of course I know nobody, this being being my first day. I walk to the front doors, pulling open the heavy oak.
I take a heavy breath, oh geez I'm completely lost!
I scan again my, green eyes landing on a black metal door with the words, office written across the top. Bingo!
I walk happily over the the doors, running my hand threw my hair. I grabbed the handle and I tugged gently.
"Afternoon sweetie, how can I help ha?" The lady behind the desk asked, she had a thick Chicago accent mrs.martin was what the name plate said on her desk.
"I'm new here, just looking for my planner mam" I smile
"Name please" she smiles back
"Stevie Ski's" I say softly
She grabbed my notes my planner and a map of a school and handed it to me. I softly grabbed them and smiled thanking her. I turned abruptly, and left for first bell has rung, I swiftly move through the halls dodging the wave of classmates.
Let me tell you that dodging 5,6 and 6,0 male and females isn't the easiest thing to do while your trying to read a planner. I was never the greatest multitask-er.
I sighed running a hand through my hair. And then I was in the ground, why you ask because I had run into the chest of a skyscraper. I gasped and looked up, his dark brown eyes glaring my light green eyes down.
"You bitch, watch where your going" he spat, my eyes hardened into a glare
"Of course you could spot me as a bitch when you have a mother like yours to look at as an example everyday." I spat back harshly.
I didn't notice the crowd gathering around us till now, when a collective gasp escaped everyone's lips. Obviously he's never been stood up too before, great I'm picking a fight with the bully in the school.
He stood there shocked. As all his skyscraper buddies chuckle around him. In one motion of his hand the crowd was gone. I just bent down to pick up my now scattered papers laying on the ground. He picked me up by the shoulders of my shirt and slammed me against a locker where I hit my head.
I gasped in pain, and obviously all his friends noticed and pulled him back as blood poured out of my nose. I placed my fingers under my nose and drew them back to check. And on my fingers was sitting blood, great.
I tried to stand up but someone forced me to sit down, another boy with bright green eyes was coming at me with a towel,
Butter I panicked and slapped his hands away, he gave me this confused look and saw the panic in my eyes.
"Hey, hey shhh I'm just gonna clean your nose ok?" He grabbed my shoulder drawing me closer. His thick British accent shocked me a little bit. He placed the warm washcloth under my nose and dabbed gently.
When he pulled back I smiled. "Thank you" I whispered
He smiled back "are you ok? You look like you took quite thump to the head"
I nodded my head was fine.
I quickly gathered my things and sprinted down the hallway towards Algebra.