Koi

Chapter 1

I could start this like any other story.

Dear diary,

           Let me tell you about my insignificant problems that no one cares about. Blah. Blah. Blah. Girl falls in love. Girl struggles and prospers. Lives happily ever after. Roll the over done credits.

Well while some of that may be true it's still my story to tell and I say screw your diary.

Lets start out with my home town that you may hear of in your history class and forgot about. It's a cute little town with an even smaller population. The people are mostly nice but we still have our issues. Let alone some homophobes who just don't know how to mind their manners.

Like any town we had our own problems. Especially after the highway was built. Thirty years ago shops were all over downtown and it was apparently a nice place. I mean I wouldn't have known. I'm only 18. Well everyone says it must have been such a nice little town. I can't really see it now. Not with the run down buildings, drug addicts, and noisy teenagers running around town.

I never really was an outdoors kind of girl so I always had trouble finding things to do around town in the summer, but I would occasionally hang out with friends. They had been my best friends for as long as I've known, but to be honest I didn't see myself like any of my friends and I feared we would lose contact after our senior year ended. I always felt a bit odd compared to my group. I wasn't super outgoing and I was pretty nerdy. Let alone being one of the only gay kids in your group doesn't make it easier.

Funny thing is when you live in a small town you don't tend to have a lot of gay kids, so whenever a lesbain moved into town it was like winning the lottery. Not that it mattered since this is my senior year and I'd still only been on one date...with a guy. It was a disaster. He wasn't mean necessarily. Overall he was actually pretty nice but we didn't have any kind of a connection and that following year I really started to question my own sexuality. The first time I realized I liked girls was when I developed a crush on my best friend. She was so beautiful and she didn't even know it. She had beautiful caramel skin, brown eyes that sparkled in the sunlight, and just a few inches taller than me. She was funny and quirky and just a little bit nerdy. She has a love for space and nature and would never turn down a Star Wars Marathon. I always looked forward to our art classes when I could sit with her and laugh at every joke and see her smile. Her dimples always stand out even when she isn't smiling. The little smirk she'd make when she finally found a an Instagram post she'd been looking for send my heart fluttering in my chest. When I first started to realize that I had a crush on her I would get so nervous being around her it was impossible to look at her without a kind of sickening feeling in my stomach. They always say just like butterflies, but I think it's more like the butterflies are trying to come out your throat in such a fury of movement they could rip your whole heart out of your chest.

She wasn't a lesbian but she liked girls and to me it was all that I ask for. I was so scared to tell her I liked her that I just kept it to myself.  Eventually we decided to go to prom as friends which I was upset about due to my own romantic feelings towards her. There's nothing worse than going with your crush to prom as friends or at least that's what I thought. She ended up inviting a friend as well. He's a nice boy from our class so I couldn't even have anything against him anyways. He was too naive to realize anything anyways, but she never even asked me if I wanted him to come with us and only decided to tell me a few days before prom. I quickly went from being just a friend to being a third wheel.

Prom ended up being fine. Not a five-star review but maybe a three. In the end they started dating as of that night. It was like a kick in the teeth but it was my own fault since I never told her about my feelings and so I had to move on.

Now that the prom situation was all over we ended up staying friends and entered our senior year. I was hoping for a change or at least an easy smooth year before college and I thought I'd get it too. That is until she walked in the doors.

Acadia Carmichael better known as Ace the Heart Crusher. She was a tall punk looking girl from Austin, Texas. With her short electric blue hair and her spiked jacket she stomped her way into a town that wasn't prepared for the storm she brought. She was captivating and I couldn't take my eyes of her and the second she entered those doors my life changed forever.