Changed.

Her.

I gazed at her. Her soft green eyes and shiny brown hair seemed to call at me, even though I was rendered completely unnoticed by her. She was beautiful. I wish she'd talk to me, maybe I'd have a cha- "MONICA!" Oh no. I was daydreaming again. My teacher, Mrs. Lazinski never lets these things go quietly. She's definitely one to make a scene. "Yes, yes, I'm sorry. What was the question again?" Phew. I started staring again. I studied her face and her shoulders, and her back, and her posture, and her hair, and her eyes- oh her eyes. Her eyes felt like walking through a forest right after it had rained. I studied her more and more. I was an expert in this subject. If that was a class at Basorad High then I think I'd have a much better GPA. Ever since I got rejected to the college I wanted to go to I feel like my life has no worth and no weight other than her. She is my future and she is all that I want. BRRRRINGGGGGGGGG! I guess class is over, say goodbye to world history and say hello to AP trigonometry. Oh lucky me; at least it's the end of the day. She and I had 3 classes together but trig was not one of them so I had to savor my time with her (with being a loose term considering I've never actually withheld a conversation with her outside of the comforting walls of my imagination) that I had in History and then my time I watched her in the hallway when she went to her locker to fish out her French binder for her next class. I felt a push on my shoulder. I'm not startled I thought to myself, and yet I still jumped. It was my best friend Jessica with her usual peppy greeting that she always gave me before we went to Trigonometry together. I heard a guy behind me snicker talking about the incident in History. I guess he saw me staring. He laughed with his group of four friends "hah, what is she gay?" Jessica turned, "She's pansexual! Ever heard of it? You probably haven't in those thick skulls of yours!" She turned and said to me, "jocks, am I right? Don't let in bother you Mon" (Mon being my nickname she chose for me to shorten Monica because apparently, Monica is too long to say.) I really don't mind the sexuality insults anymore. I've gotten them for years so what does it matter to me anymore? Being in the closet was the worst. The jokes, the insults, the remarks, and the rumors, it's all a cakewalk.