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Mikaela "Mick" Davies, 18
Jackson, California
It wasn't easy being gay in a small town like Jackson. To be perfectly honest, i may be the only lesbian girl in my school. My gayness or whatever you call it wasn't something i hid, but i wasn't flaunting it either. People can be very cruel. By people i mean old and young alike. The worst by far is the pretty girls though. They have made it an art to try and bring me down. The guys on the other hand just look at me like i am an insect they would like to dissect. For them i am just a freak. Not pretty enough for them to feel a sense of insecurity that i won't let them inside my panties.
I hate school. Jackson High is a nightmare of cheerleaders and jocks. I try to keep my distance to them whenever i can. Not always so easy though, as the girls shout insults after me wherever i go. The teachers mostly turn away from it all. High school sucks.
I was walking down the main hall with lowered eyes. It was better to look at the floor than meeting the scorn in the eyes and faces of my fellow students. I had skipped school for three days. A habit of mine. Nobody cared. Not the teachers and certainly not my mother.
I was so determined to not look at anybody that i suddenly found myself on my back on the floor.
"Ouch..." I mutter and wonder what the hell just happened.
Someone had stood in my way as i walked with downcast eyes. I had bumped into a soft body and instinctively thrown myself on the floor like a fool. All to avoid dragging this someone with me down. Very heroic of me. To bad this heroic act made me look like an idiot. With a sigh i look up at the young female, standing above me. In the background i hear giggles and laughter. No doubt aimed at me.
"Sorry." I mumble before i awkwardly sit up.
Mikaela "Mick" Davies, 18
Jackson, California
It wasn't easy being gay in a small town like Jackson. To be perfectly honest, i may be the only lesbian girl in my school. My gayness or whatever you call it wasn't something i hid, but i wasn't flaunting it either. People can be very cruel. By people i mean old and young alike. The worst by far is the pretty girls though. They have made it an art to try and bring me down. The guys on the other hand just look at me like i am an insect they would like to dissect. For them i am just a freak. Not pretty enough for them to feel a sense of insecurity that i won't let them inside my panties.
I hate school. Jackson High is a nightmare of cheerleaders and jocks. I try to keep my distance to them whenever i can. Not always so easy though, as the girls shout insults after me wherever i go. The teachers mostly turn away from it all. High school sucks.
I was walking down the main hall with lowered eyes. It was better to look at the floor than meeting the scorn in the eyes and faces of my fellow students. I had skipped school for three days. A habit of mine. Nobody cared. Not the teachers and certainly not my mother.
I was so determined to not look at anybody that i suddenly found myself on my back on the floor.
"Ouch..." I mutter and wonder what the hell just happened.
Someone had stood in my way as i walked with downcast eyes. I had bumped into a soft body and instinctively thrown myself on the floor like a fool. All to avoid dragging this someone with me down. Very heroic of me. To bad this heroic act made me look like an idiot. With a sigh i look up at the young female, standing above me. In the background i hear giggles and laughter. No doubt aimed at me.
"Sorry." I mumble before i awkwardly sit up.
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