The bell rang and Ashley refused to wipe away any evidence of her small breakdown. She just got up grabbed her board and back pack and made her way to class. The one of two classes she had with Spencer.

Ashley silently walked into History with her head down, but instantly picked up because she wanted to see Spencer. She wanted Spencer to see her, to see the hurt and pain she was feeling. She wanted the blonde to feel guilty as she knew that her mom made her make a choice the night before, and Ashley clearly was not it. Ashley wanted Spencer to hurt just as much as she did, if not more. All of this pain and hurt because the girl looking straight back at her was scared, scared of idiots and their closed minds. Scared of what, being judged, of being hated, of being different, of not being normal. What is normal anyways? A word defined as living up to a standard a type, made by what, the people? Fuck you Webster. Normality is idiotic, how could a person be classified as abnormal, from another person who may in fact be abnormal to another person? Wouldn’t that be hypocritical? You can’t define one as abnormal, when the person judging said ‘abnormal’ person is abnormal to another. It’s a whole line of abnormality of the human race. So, why can’t we all just be normal? Better yet why can’t we all just be us? No, labels, no judging, no classifications, stereotypes, nothing, just our identity, just us. Or is that asking to much?

Right when Spencer saw Ashley’s tear stained face she new she made the wrong choice, she hurt this girl standing in front of her. Ashley has been broken to many times before and Spencer just added to the pile of already broken pieces. In shame and guilt Spencer looked down at her desk, no longer able to look into the eyes of Ashley. The ‘sinner’ making her feel all of these wrong feelings. Feelings that lightened her up that made her feel whole, free, that made her feel like..her.

Were these feelings actually wrong? Wrong to her mother yes, wrong to any other homophobic prick yes, but wrong to her, no. So, why couldn’t she just feel and forget about everyone else in the world? Fear, that’s what it is. Fear of standing out, of being looked down upon, of being hated, and especially of her mother. It was all fear of these ignorant people that surrounded Spencer. People who didn’t take the time in looking past ones definition made by the others. They never took the time to read between the lines, look past the black and white and at the clear picture. All they saw were the book written defines of a person.