March 13, 2019  8:00 am

I remember it like it was yesterday, probably because it was. I was minding my own business, as I do every day, but instead of peacefully sleeping I was interrupted. It wasn't my homeroom teacher, she couldn't care less about us as long as she gets paid. As soon as I shift my arm, I see annoyingly bright yellow converse. “Guess what I-” 

“Too early, go away” I cut her off before she could finish. I already know, it’s Amelia, she’s the one girl who doesn't say that she thinks she is better than everyone, but still thinks everyone else's problems are extremely simple and easy to fix. She seems to be stuck on the idea that I want to hook up with the guy in my math class. She also seems to think we’re friends. I’ve dealt with girls like here since some straight guy thought it’d be fun to out me in 7th grade. 

They all have the idea planted in their tiny, light blue, sunflower-covered brains. Just cause I’m gay I prance around with rainbows, nail polish, boy problems, and iced coffee spreading love. I can tell you right now, I'm the exact opposite, low motivation, I actually hate coffee, the only nail polish I've ever worn was jet black, and all the guys in my school are assholes. She’s been trying to “set me up” with the guy in my math class, who she insists is interested in me, for 3 months. "Why are you always so negative, I just did you a huge favor!”

I’m actually dreading what she has to say because I already know how it’s going to end.

“I just got you invited to Leon’s party tomorrow!”

I snap my head up and see her snickering like she just did something great and I should praise her for it. I’ve hated social outings since I was 8 but I’ve hated “parties” since I was 14. Do you know how exhausting it is having a straight boy follow you for 3 weeks because you apparently made out and he thought he was into it? To this day I still restrain myself whenever I see shots. Thinking about this now is pointless, so I asked myself, how did I get here?