Sorry Mum, I'm a Lesbian

Harmony lives in a Catholic household in a Church of England society, and has never found it easy. But when she discovers she's a lesbian, she has to lead several different lives at once to cover up secrets that would make her friends and family ashamed. Her already complicated life starts getting harder to handle, so she asks herself: 'Would it hurt anyone to tell her sister?' She does, and that move gets her life spinning out of control. Can Harmony pull the right strings to untangle her knotted life?


6. When Things Went Wrong

The next day at school I wandered up to Zoey in the school playground. She looked different. She was covered in make-up, wearing a tight pencil skirt, and wearing high heels! This wasn't Zoey, well at least this certainly wasn't the Zoey I made friends with. "Hey Zo" I smiled at her giving her a big hug. "Get off me dweeb!" she said looking around at the 'populars' around her. I hated the populars! There was: Georgina Jenkins, Jody Keane, Sarah Marsh and now it looked like Zoey, my Zoey, had joined them. "What?" I said confused trying to fight back tears. "Look Harms, your a nice girl and all that but your so weird! Yesterday you spat at me. And you keep staring at me like there's something wrong with my face. I don't know what's up with you but I have made some new friends now, somepeople that understand me better, these girls right here." I was hurt. But she put it so nicely as much as I wanted to I couldn't shout at her. I looked over at Emma for support, but she just shrugged at me. Emma had changed too; I've never seen so much fake tan on a girl! "If you really want a new friend, don't look at Emma! Maybe you can make friends with the new girl. Wait, you can't, I heard she's a lesbo and you Catholic lot don't like them do you?" her normally kind, soft voice turned spiteful.

"Face it Harmony, Zoey has turned." that thought echoed in my head repeatedly.

I just stood there as Zoey's so called 'friends' chanted 'baby', 'weirdo' and various words (which were to bad to say) at me. I just couldn't take it anymore, I slapped Zoey round the face, yelled at her, called her several of those names back and charged off. I heard laughter from Zoey's 'mates' as I marched into the building.

I checked no-one was in there before going into the girls toilets. I never felt in place there. Never. I looked at myself in the mirror, then punched my reflection so hard that the mirror cracked under my force. I looked at my bleeding hand and shrugged; the physical pain did not compare to the pain inside.

"Don't you know it's bad luck to break a mirror?" 

The voice startled me, I turned round to see a girl, she was beautiful, mouse brown hair, and green eyes, with freckles and a babyish edge to her face, which echoed in her voice. 

"Sorry, I didn't know anyone was in here." I said staring at my shoes, so as to stop myself from staring.

"That's alright. I was joking about the mirror thing by the way." When I said nothing she continued talking, she spoke to me almost as though she had known me for years, and, not mere moments. "I'm Cassidy-Leigh Kennedy, how do you do?"

When I looked up her hand was outstretched towards me; I took it firmly and confirmed my name, half to myself and half to Cassidy.

"Harmony Stevenson, complete loner and geek." I said shaking her hand. After  a few moments, I realized what I had said and now understood why Cassidy was laughing as she took my hand. Her laugh was pure heaven, it rang like bells around the empty toilets and sang as clear as a nightingales song.

"Sorry, me and my big mouth!" I exclaimed, feeling rather embarrassed but Cassidy Laughed harder, until I was forced to join in. We were gasping for air when she finally said.

"Its a pleasure to meet you!"

Then my hand started to hurt loads.

I would like to tell you that the day continued in much the same way, but, it didn't. It began with a quick visit to the medical room to remove the glass from my hand. That was a very quick job; I'm glad it wasn't serious. After that, Zoey and her 'friends' kept giving me evil glares from distances. The only good parts were with Cassidy - or Cassie as she wants me to call her - at break when we sat in the shade and listened to her iPod and in P.E when our team thrashed Zoey and Emma's.

With Cassidy on my side, as, my friend, I could easily get over Zoey.

Couldn't I? 

At least I thought I could...

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