A.N. Oh please do be nice, this is my first story. Just tell me your thoughts though. Review :)

I don't understand why I have to transfer schools. It takes two people to get into a fight, but yet only one has to suffer the consequences. Whatever, fuck that school. That boy had what was coming to him, maybe next time he'll think twice before opening his mouth. I don't regret what happened; no emotion towards it what so ever. But I'll admit that I do kind of feel bad for the guy. I mean he did get his ass kicked by a girl. Yup, that's right I'm a girl. The names Lily Truscott, seventeen and don't really give a flying fuck about people. I got into a huge fight at my old high school, which is why I'm being transferred to another one. It was either going to this new high school or juvie for domesticated teens. Would you want to go to juvie? Yeah, I think not. Anyways, I guess the new school I'm going to is Seaview High. Sounds like a school from Laguna Beach, or the O.C. It will probably be filled with preppy perky girls, straight up snotty jocks, the wannabes, geeks, rebels, etc.. I doubt I'll fit in, but I don't really care. I'm not sure what I'd be under though. I mean, I usually wear skinny jeans, converse, band t's and those don't really fit in any of the "stereo types". But they can put me under whatever they want, I know who I am. I'm just a gay seventeen year old girl who doesn't care.

Yeah, I'm gay.

I've been gay since freshman year, and now since I'm a junior I've had a lot of experience with it. No, I haven't been with a lot of girls, I've just really figured out who I am. But I didn't do this on my own, I've had help on the way. Her name was Mikayla. We were best friends since third grade and throughout middle school. I've always had secret crush on her though, but she was always just a friend. It's not as bad as people make out the whole "just friends" thing. She knew I liked her, just she didn't feel the same way. But that didn't change our friendship or anything. She was the still the same girl from third grade when I came out to her. Ever since then she's helped me make sense of who I am. Always asking me 'do you think she's cute?' Or 'how would you have sex?' She was so dumb at times. It was funny though. But of course, something bad always tends to happen. At the end of freshman year Mikalya moved to Paris with her father. We haven't spoken since then...

Thinking back on it now, I'm not who I was then that I am now. I've changed a lot since she left. My style, attitude, behavior, everything. My best friend brought out the best in me, now there's nothing. I got over it after a while, but I didn't want to go back to my old ways. Who would want to go back to being weak and helpless? Exactly. No one does, I rather stay strong, be alone then have friendships with people who leave you.

'This is me. This is who I am now.' I thought to myself.

I was in the car with my mom. My black and white converse were against the car's dashboard. My body was slouched in the passenger seat. I had a black zip up hoodie on with a tight black t-shirt that had red and blue Blink-182 logo across the front, I also had on black tight skinny jeans on with a studded belt. I had my Ipod in my hoodie pocket, so I took it out. While I was looking for a song to play I un zipped my hoodie. Finally, I landed on a song. While setting my ipod on my lap, I put a headphone in each ear, lifted my hood over my head and slouched even more into the seat. When the song headed to the chorus, I turned it up louder.

Reflections

Of all the things I want to be

And all the fears

That I have got inside

Ring the bell

And this whole world will come to me

Stand and fight

I'll never run and hide

I couldn't hear myself think do to the fact of the loudness of the music. My gaze went to the side window, I stared outside to the buildings that we were passing. Suddenly I felt a small push on my shoulder. I yanked my headphones from my ear. My head snapped in the direction where I was being pushed.

"What?" I asked harshly.

"Don't use that tone with me." My mom said.

I just rolled my eyes and turned my gaze back to the window. My headphones were almost to my ear until my mom spoke up again.

"So are you going to tell me why you got into a fight?"

"No."

I was still looking out the window. She doesn't need to know why I got into a fight. Its none of her business.

"I believe you owe me an explanation after everything we went through back there at the court house and the school." She said seriously.

I just shook my head, "Don't worry about it." I said with a serious tone. But of course she's going to worry about it. Its what moms do.

"Don't worry about it? You just got into a fight, arrested, kicked out of school and you're telling me not to worry about it?" Anger was in her voice when she spoke. But that's not my problem.

"Look, its not my fault the guy doesn't know when to shut the fuck up! If he didn't say anything none of this would have happened!" I shouted. I was pissed off big time.

The car stopped. We were on the side of the road now and cars were passing us by. My mom turned to face me but I still had my gaze outside my side window. Her hands were still on the steering wheel though.

"Lillian Truscott! That doesn't give you a right to beat someone up so bad that you put them in the hospital!" She shouted. "Now tell me what happened, right now."

"No, I don't want to talk about it."

"I don't care if you want to or not, you're telling me right now or we're not going home."

"Fine." I said. I unbuckled my seat belt, opened the door and got out. I slammed the door behind me and started walking in front of the car. I didn't look behind but I heard the other car door open.

"And where are you going?!" My mom yelled after me.

"Home. I'm walking home."

"Lily get back here right now!" She shouted.

I stopped in my tracks. My back was to her and my eyes were shut. I wanted to scream, just scream at the top of my lungs until they exploded. She needs to let this go.

"Just tell me what happened, that's all I want to know."

I opened my eyes and turned around.

"He said something about dad!" I shouted.

Her face dropped. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Are you happy now?" I asked.

Still, she didn't say anything. So I turned around and started walking. I only had a few blocks to walk to get to my house so there was no point in returning to the car. I hoped she'd just get in the car and leave. I really didn't want to deal with her right now. Like I hoped, I heard the car door shut and the engine roar. She pulled away from the side of the road and darted down the road driving passed me. Good.

I really didn't want to tell her why I done what I done, but she asked for it. My dad is a very touchy subject for the both of us, but more with her. Ever since his death our relationship hasn't really been the same. I don't really expect it to go back to how it was when he was alive either. Its been about a year since the car crash my dad was in and it still hurts to think or talk about it. And for someone that I don't even know to say something about my dad really got to me. I mean, what would you do if you were in that same situation? Walk away? I don't think so. You'd fight for your loved ones and you know it. That's all I've done for the past year is fight. I fought with people, my mom, but even worse; with myself. Not physically, but mentally. I've tried to fight the pain away, the thoughts, everything. But the littlest things remind me of him and it's hard. Before I knew it I was at the beach. It was dusk out and the sun was going down. The sunset reflected off of the ocean and gave it a light glow. I took my hood down and put my hands in my hood pockets. For a few moments I just stood there looking out towards the ocean. A million thoughts ran through my head, I really didn't know what to do. All I ever known was to fight everything off. That was the only thing I was good at. Out of all the thoughts that were going through my head, one stuck out the most.

It's hard to fight when the fight isn't fair.

I took a deep breathe then exhaled quickly after. Slowly I turned around and headed towards home. I took one last peek at the ocean before putting my hood back up. With my hands still clenched in my pockets I made my way up the road back to the place called home.

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