BLUEY'S FANTASIES ( A LESBIAN LOVE STORY OF LOVE, FRIENDSHIP, AND SACRIFICE)

8TH GRADE- THE FIRST MEETING

Bluey, my mum called as she removed the sheets that covered my upper body and said I was going to be late for school if I don’t wake up now. She finally resounded it in my ears it was 7:15. And I knew what that would cost me if im 15minutes late. I woke up and freshened up as quickly as I could. Finally I was done and packing my books as I took leave of home. I left with my bag behind my back. I walked up to Gerald and asked how he was. He responded and asked about me too as I bid him farewell and walked to my class.

‘’Hey Bluey’’ Why are you late?? I stood there quizzically looking at Mr. Reynolds face. If you have nothing to say Can you excuse yourself from the class?? He said. I walked out of the English class. After standing there for half an hour, Mr. Rey asked me to follow him to his office. He asked again Why are you so late?? Mr. Rey, I stuttered I had to help my mom with chores at the market I said. Okay you can go back to your class. Thank you as I smiled sheepishly as the triumph of victory.

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Ghana is my homeland and its known for their hospitality and moral values. I’m I morally sound?? I wondered. Ghana do not accept people with bi and I’m bi?? Or should I run away to a country where I will be accepted?? I thought out loud.

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At the library, I found myself drawn to the quite corridors of a dusty archive. It all begun with a faded smile from a girl in 8th grade. Her beauty was mersmerizing. I found myself staring at her. Intrigued, by the constant staring, she approached me. ‘’Hey ‘’ What’s up?? I stuttered , Errr, I’m looking for a novel. Okay. What’s your name??she asked. I’m Bluey I quickly added. Such a pretty name. I’m Sydney, she reached out her hands towards me. I took it in and said ‘Nice meeting you Sydney’ you too. I hope we meet again some other time I said as I walked out of the library to my class.

As I walked to my class, Sydney showed up in my face and said ‘’I’m turning 14, and im holding a birthday party, I’m inviting you to my birthday. She wrote down the address in my palm as I knew I wasn’t going because of my mom’s strict behavior and overprotectiveness. I nodded and said I will be there. She smiled as she hugged me and left to her class. I stood there dumbfounded as I squealed and asked if I was dreaming or not. I finally concluded I was not dreaming.