There’s this girl in your school. She’s got dark messy hair, caramel skin. Shes Blasian. And she hangs out with the stereotypically ‘weird’ kids.

Her name is Alecsa. People talk bad about her, she’s cold. Doesn’t really interact with you unless you’re friends because she assumes she’s being made fun of.

You know she’s gay. You don’t talk to her, but you wish to. She’s pretty alt, a little masc. Doesn’t care to conform.

You often hear your friends saying stuff about her, you hear everyone saying stuff about her. It’s an all girls school.

“Her hair is nasty” “why is her skin so blotchy?” “She has way too much confidence.” “What’s wrong with her?” “is she gay?” “Probably.”

today you’re in the school common grounds with your friends; you start to walk to lesson. That’s when you see her, she catches your eye and you quickly avert your gaze.