Date: Tue, 26 Jul 2005 18:33:58 +0000
From: Amy Jenkins <jenkinsamy@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Life (and other disasters) "lesbian, High School"

     October 17th 2005, the exact date when i met her. She was around since
September but I never really met her before the 17th of October. I remember
that day forever, just as it happened yesterday. She had long brown hair
with blonde highlights, a California girl. Well maybe I seen something
different in her. Most love stories often end with happiness and peace and
they end up always together. Sometimes when I look back, I wish my story hd
an ending just the same. I really didn't know what love was until she
introduced me to it. I didn't understand how one person could love and want
every flaw in another person, how both people could love each other no
matter what
happens. She showed me. Let me get to the story;
     It was a normal day at school, nothing exciting I thought one more
boring year at brookswood
academy. I cleaned my new locker out getting ready for the new school year.
Of course it was
September 7th and the first day of school. My usual friends met up with me
at lunch and we were
about to go and get a burger or something. They waited for me at my locker,
since I was the neat-
freak they rushed and hurried me on. When I think about it im glad I did
take so long. Its funny
how fate works, as so happens Samantha was also running late. As polite as I
usually am, I
wanted to get a good head start into meeting my locker-neighbor for the rest
of the semester. In
pure excitement, I closed my locker door which led me to facing Sam. I put
out my gentle but
warming hand to shake hers. I looked in her eyes.

      I said calmly "Hi, I guess were neighbors"

     "I guess so", Sam said as she shook my hand. I will never forget how
her hand felt on mine.
Soft but almost as if we were in heaven. Since sam was late she hurried off
and yelled "I didn't
catch your name?"

      I replied just as loud but as heart-warming as before "it's Crystal,
and yours?"

     "Sam, I'll see you around school"

     By then she had disappeared into the herd of confused children trying
to find the cafeteria. I
replaced the lock on my locker and went to the cafeteria with my friends. We
all ordered a
cheeseburger after waiting in a large line-up. Sarah, one of my friends, was
served first and
reserved a seat for the rest of the gang. We all sat down and shared what
classes we had and who
was in our home-room class. We looked over the sheet of paper that our
individual teachers had
given us that contained the names of the student in our class. For a grade 9
class there wasn't
many students that were new. I went down the list, careful not to miss a
name. Then I seen hers.
Somehow I had an excited feeling in me, which I thought at the time was just
a heartwarming
feeling that I have received from already making friends with this girl.

     I asked my friends, "So guys, what do you think about Samantha
Callaway? I think she's really nice."

     Sarah replied in a brief yet scowling voice "She is a prep, I knew her
back in the third grade and I
hated her then and I still do"

     "I agree with Sarah, everyone thinks she is a prep, and I don't even
think she had a boyfriend
yet!" replied Katie.

     Kayla just nodded, with her mouth stuffed with the mighty cheeseburger
we had previously
ordered. I ate a couple more bites of my burger and threw the rest out. For
some reason I didn't
feel like eating anymore. Something about me went off whenever my friends
would talk about
Samantha, I felt almost insulted as if they were talking about me. The rest
of the day I just
blocked everything from my teacher and I couldn't wait until the afternoon
bell. I hopped on the
bus and sat in the back seat, considering I was 'popular'. Samantha got on
our bus which was
pretty filled up.

     "Can I sit with you Crystal?" she asked, while looking into my eyes and
smiling.

     "Sure" I replied with the same heartwarming smile. I moved my school
bag and let her sit down.
I didn't take up much of the seat because I was average since, 110 pounds
and a size 7. She was
about the same maybe a size 8. Most of the bus ride home was silent, so I
decided to break the
ice.

     "So, your in my home-room class, what do you think of our teacher Mr.
Smarter?" I asked.
"I don't like him that much, not as much as Ms. Fumer my old home-room
teacher in grade 8"
she replied while looking down at her book-bag.

     I then took my hand and raised her chin so she could see me. "I don't
like him either" I replied.

     Then the bus took a stop at Southerland drive and she stood up waiting
for it to completely stop. I thought then most of the bus ride home was
going to be a bore so I took out my CD player and skipped it to song number
3, 'Let me go" by 3 doors down. She suddenly sat back down in the seat and
pulled and pen out of her pocket and grade my arm and wrote down her number.

     "Here is my number, call me after school ok? Bye" she replied before
she stepped off the bus.

     I was dumbfounded, but then I started to think, I had Ms. Fumer for my
home-room teacher last
year too, so I must have been in her class! I hadn't noticed her though,
funny how that works.
The bus came to a complete stop and the beginning of my road and I stepped
up and as I got off
my usual friends had spotted me.

     "call me ok Crystal! love you!"

     I just mumbled my usual ok and left the bus. The whole walk home I just
starred at her number
on my hand. It read "555-5823 call me! x0". I went home, finished my
homework and went to
bed early, which was unusual for me, but I was angry for some reason at my
friends so I didn't
feel like taking to them. The next day when I arrived back to home-room I
noticed Samantha was
sitting next to my seat so I went and sat down.

     "Im sorry I didn't call you, I went to bed early because I had the most
terrible headache in the
world!"

     "Oh, im so sorry to hear that", she replied sympathetically.

     Just as she said that our teacher walked in and quieted the whole
class. Before I knew it, it was
lunch time again, I noticed I must have dozed off a few times during math
period. I went straight
to my locker and put away my calculator and math books. Sam walked up to her
locker.

     "Hey Crystal, what's up?"

     Just as she said that my friends came behind her and said "Um Crys why
would you talk to that
prep" and Samantha looked down at the ground. So did I, I didn't notice how
embarrassed I was,
for me or for her? I knew I liked her and it insulted me the way some people
treated her, if they
only knew her.

     "Shut the fuck up you guys, she is better than any of you so go blow a
horse" I replied in a threatening voice.

     When they heard that they just walked away and said "we'll hold a place
for you in line Crys, let
you talk to your girlfriend first! Hahaha"

     I gave them my middle finger and they walked away.

     "Im sorry for that Sam, they're jerks, don't listen to them" I said
apologetically.

     "Thank you Crystal, you are such a good friend" she said as she hugged
me.
I noticed a tear run down her face so I wiped it and she just squeezed
tighter.

     "Anytime Samantha" I said meaningfully. "Could you come sit with me at
lunch today, I'd really
like it you know"

     "sure, I mean if you want me to" she replied to my question.

     "I do", I reassured her.
     We both walked up to our table, but it was packed and I noticed there
was only one chair and
Sam did the most surprising when I sat down she sat on my lap. My friends
just looked at me
funny wondering why she would do that. I rested my arm around her waist and
she didnt even
mind. Lunch was over before we knew it. Then we noticed we had P.E. we
decided not to play so
we all sat on the floor leaning against the wall. My friends and I that is.
Then Sam walked over
sat down on the floor and leaned against my chest.

     "Hey do you mind? Im so tired today!"

     I replied, "No, not at all!"
She stayed there for the whole period. I knew I liked her, maybe I was
starting to fall in love with
her, yes that easy!. I decided to get brave so while she was lying on me I
laid my arm around her
waist. She only replied to this movement by putting her arm on top of mine
and slightly stoking
it.

-Amy Jenkins
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