Beverly was a soft spoken, beautiful girl. Yet she had a secret.. One that no one would even guess if they looked at her. She was hiding something and it was the fact.. She had a crush on the girl that was new to Derry, Maine. She loved how that girl would greet her with a soft smile, everyday.. She loved her scent, how she smelt like flowers or a bakery every day, every second, every minute. Oh, That scent was hard not to remember.

Beverly knew she'd never have a chance and she'd never get to admit it. She tried as hard as she could to push the feelings and thoughts away.. Yet she couldn't, it's impossible. Her heart ached knowing that it'd never be acceptable to love another girl, especially in the time of the year.. 1988. It was wrong, very wrong. But she couldn't help but want to kiss the girl. She thought that she wouldn't care but she does, she does, it's making her frustrated by how much she cares!

Beverly was now in her bed. She waited until midnight so she could speak to herself about her troubles, scold herself here and there.

"What is wrong with me, this is unacceptable behavior from myself. Couldn't i have done better, Oh god why couldn't I have loved Bill. A boy! But No! You decided to make me love a girl. Want to feel the touch from a woman. You're doing this on purpose aren't you, God... ?-"

She exclaimed in frustration as she pressed her face into her pillow. Hoping her father wouldn't hear her speaking to herself.