Stereotype

Chapter 1 ; Who am I

Who am I?

Well I guess that's an easy question.

My name is Harper Nia Rye.

I'm 16 years old.

I have short blonde hair that flows to my shoulders.

I was born and raised in Beaufort, SC.

Im also gay.

Like, realllllly gay. No "Sexuality" box. That box hasn't been on there for the past two years, so why would it be on there now? "Why do we even need to fill these out every year anyway?" I groaned to myself and kept looking at the page. Basic questions like name, age, and address sit there. "I've been here for two freaking years! You think they would know this stuff by now!" I scream in my head. I run my hand through my knoughty hair and quickly finish the beginning of the year survey and hand it to my homeroom teacher. As soon as a plop back in my seat, I feel a small tap on my shoulder. I look behind me and see the familiar wide eyed short brunette girl smiling at me, my best friend Melrose,

I smile at her, "What's up Mel?" I say in a hushed tone.

"Hey Harper, ready for junior year?!" she babbled.

I felt a twitch of excitement as I heard those words. "Yeah! Oh, what does your schedule look like?" I ask.

Her eyes brighten at the idea of possibly having a class with me and she starts digging in her backpack, a wad of paper smacks my head from the right. I snatch it up and glare over to Keon where he highfives Flynn, a look of triumph across his defined face

"Hey Harper, welcome back." He mouths, a smirk painted on his face. .

"Go away Keon." I mouth back to him.

"I'm not over there." he mouths then winks at me. I take the paper and throw it back at him but miss terribly, which earns more laughs from the two. Mel emerges from back pack land with her wrinkled schedule in hand. Her messy backpack tends to throw my OCD into overdrive. She hands me her schedule and I pull mine out of my back pocket. We are on the same hall for 3rd period which means the same lunch. That also means no hiding in the bathroom or sitting alone or at a table reading a book. This tragically seemed to happen wayy to often. Other than that nothing. No classes together. DARN. We only go to homeroom like once a month, which sucks. I spread out our schedules next to each other on her desk with a small sigh.

She takes a moment to study the papers, "Oh thats too bad, but at least we have lunch together!" she smiles at me.

"ye-" I'm interrupted by the incessant buzzing of the phone on her desk. She quickly picks it up and examines the text. A progressive smile spreads on her face as she lets out a quiet squeak.

"Nova has 1st and 4th period with me!" She squealed showing me her phone. Nova, Mel's girlfriend. Nova is pretty cool, she's really funny and really sarcastic. Sometimes her humor and sarcasm can be rude. Mel isn't gay like me though, she's bi and has dated plenty of both gender to know. Nova is nice and all but I REALLY want to steal her girlfriend.