Hey guys! I'm back at it with my first girl x girl story. I recently watched Love, Simon and was very inspired by it, so if this seems kinda familiar I may or may not have added some similar details. I personally am as straight as a donut so most of this story will be written with my feelings incorporated when it comes to the romance and betrayal. I hope you enjoy this story as much as I did writing it. Be sure to vote, comment, and follow for more content!

I've been odd ever since I was little. In fact, ever since daycare, I was all ways called different, but I didn't mind. I personally enjoyed my little differences. They made me feel special, unique even. All the kids even took time out of their day to talk about me, probably because I was better than all of them. Of course, I didn't know if what they were saying were good or bad, yet then again I just didn't care, I was proud of myself. Then all of a sudden my mom took me home one day like she always did, but this time she told me the worst news I could ever imagine: I wasn't allowed to go back to daycare because apparently, I was "too old". I mean, you see people doing drugs at 14 and you don't say they're "too young". I balled my eyes out probably for a good solid hour. But hey, what could you do, I was 5! If my dessert wasn't threatened to be taken away from me I probably would've shaved my mom's head for ruining my life. What would the others think of my sudden disappearance? Heck, they'd call the cops thinking I've been abducted by aliens! Or worse, they'd think I had gotten kidnapped by a unicorn! 

Whatever the worse case scenario was, I started questioning life after that. Why is the sky blue? Why haven't I seen a unicorn yet? Why do girls wear white to weddings and not black? How come everything seems to be taller than I am? Why can't I stop thinking so much?  I felt as though my brain would explode from using it too much, and I knew somebody had better call a doctor. I told my mom but she simply laughed softly as she continued cleaning around the house. I mean, come on! I'm having a major crisis here women and you're laughing at me? That's when she patted me on my head and told me I'd learn all the answers to every question I could ever have at school. I simply folded my arms and pouted. Is school a place where stupid children go to waste their time? She smiled, and I couldn't help but return one back. What is school exactly?

That question was discovered not long after, 4 months to be exact. My mom dragged me by the hand out of the house, into the car, and outside of a mysterious plain gray building that looks like I could've built it in Minecraft. I clutched onto my pink backpack for dear life before she bent down and smiled at me.

"Sweetheart," she began, placing her calming hand on my shoulder. "I love you, and I would never do anything bad for you." I shifted my weight from foot to foot, wrapping my tiny fingers around my bag. "But you have to go to school because then you're going to be super duper smart and have lots of friends!" I loosened my grip on my bag and swung it around my other shoulder before sticking out my hand.

"Pinky promise?" I said giving her the stink eye. She gave a light chuckle and removed her hand from my shoulder, wrapping her pinky firmly around my own.

"Pinky promise." I nodded and let go of her finger, and she stood up and extended her hand to me. "Come on kiddo, you have a world to explore." So with that, I went into the boring and scary building, terrified of course. The first few days nobody talked to me. Maybe it was my 6th day when some random kids I never knew asked me if we wanted to play them. I've hung out with them ever since then. I've shared every laugh with them, every tear with them, basically every minute of every day with them. Us four have never been closer than now: the last year of high school. That is until I screwed everything up.

My name is Rachel. Welcome to my fucked up world.