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David
“Senior year is gonna be great,” I said to my best friend Emma Taylor. “I feel like this is going to be the year everything changes.”
Senior year at P.S. 126 could only be described as one thing, amazing. Senior dances, senior car washes, and senior trips were just a few of the things that made it worth while.
“Well why shouldn’t it be fun? We’ve suffered through the past three years. We deserve more than senior year, we deserve freakin’ medals,” she said. We were on our way to school for the first day of our senior year.
“Or at least a tetanus shot.”
“Maybe this year you’ll actually get into a relationship,” she teased. She was right though. I was probably the only one in our class who hadn’t dated anyone. I just didn’t find any of the girls in our grade interesting enough to ask out.
“Are you ever gonna drop that?” I asked. It would have been fine if she said it once or twice but I hear it twenty four/seven from everyone.
“Sorry. I know how much it annoys you. It’s just...”
“It’s just what?” I asked as I stopped walking. She turned and looked at me for a second before she bit her lip.
“It’s just that people are starting to talk. About you.”
“What about me?” I asked. I was used to people trashing me behind my back so this didn’t surprise me. Her answer did how ever.
“Everyone thinks you’re gay but you’re afraid to come out.”
“What the... How could they have come up with that idea?” I couldn’t believe I was being accused of being gay.
“I just thought you should know,” was her answer. I couldn’t possibly be gay. I mean there was that incident over the summer but that wasn’t anything.
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