Mary Liezl Raniel
Everybody in the group noticed her. She had a loud voice. When she talked, she sounded like she knew everything she was saying. I, on the other hand, kept quiet in the corner. I never liked talking to people I barely knew. We were grouped by ten. Each member in the group was from a different organization. I found it uncomfortable. Apart from the boy who was courting my sister, I did not know anyone in the group. There was only one member I wanted to know more about. She carried herself like a boy. My classmates often talked about her. She was the head of the Mentefuwaley, the only LGBT student organization on our campus.
While she was talking, I kept staring at her. Every time she talked, she gripped her right hand while her right thumb caressed her left. She did not l
