You and your best friend, Chris Jacobs, are dancers. You guys have known each other since 6th grade and you guys were Bi-Buddies. You find out that you can read each other's minds in 9th grade when you caught Chris in the hallway with his boyfriend...
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These are on your shoulder blades. You and Chris each have one--
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Finally, neck--
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I slowly descend the stairs and walk into the kitchen. I sit on the barstool closest to me and start eating my pancakes.
"Ready for your first day back to hell?" My mom asks as she steals some of my pancakes. I playfully glare at her before responding to her.
"I guess. I just hope I make the team this year" I said while finishing my food and chugging the rest of my OJ.
See, last year, this asstit called Turk was in charge of the soccer team. He is so sexist that when I scored a goal for the tenth time, he still said it was good luck and kicked me off the field. So, this year, my cousin, JT, is in charge of the team. He won't take it easy on me or Chris, but he isn't sexist, so I have a chance.
I am trying out for soccer, obviously, and I'm already captain of the dance team, so I have that to look forward to.
"Maybe you will get a Girlfriend this year" My mom suggests. She knows I prefer girls.
After I brushed my teeth, I grabbed my bag and walked out of my lovely house and got on my BMX.
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