I don't understand why people treat me the way they do. I get it, I'm gay. Aren't we all a little bit. I haven't changed. I'm still the same person. I just came out as lesbian. My mother, Sally, wasn't supportive at first but she came around. I'm glad that she did.

I'm originally from New York, but a few weeks ago, we moved to San Francisco. It's so beautiful here. The people seem nice, the views are gorgeous. I don't understand how we didn't move here sooner. The only thing in New York that I will miss is my best friend, Grover.

He and I went to summer camp together a couple years ago and became inseparable. That's what happens when you meet someone that you feel you can't live without.

Anyways, I'm Percy. I'm a 16 year-old girl who just moved to San Francisco. I haven't met any new friends yet but I hope that I do soon. I'm 5'11, black-haired, and green-eyed. I'm skinny, but since I started swimming, my body has started to get toned. Thank God!

I'm pretty masculine, and I get asked a lot if I want to become a boy, but I always answer no because I love who I am; most of the time.

My ex-girlfriend, Drew, always thought that she could change the way I like to look in public. She tried putting makeup on me, tried getting me into dresses, the type of shit a girl like me doesn't like. I couldn't take anymore of that, so I broke up with her. She was, and somewhat still is, obsessed with me.

I hope that I meet someone decent while I'm here in San Francisco. The people in New York are too stuck up to want to date me. I don't understand why.

I start school tomorrow and all I want to do is cry. I hate new schools. I've been kicked out of so many, I've lost count. I just don't want to mess this up. I'd like to spend my junior and senior year at this school. I don't think my mom could handle another expellment.

Next Day

I wake up around 6:30 am. I do not plan on being late on my first day of school. I'll most likely be late to my first class because I'll be given a tour of the school by the principal or a student.

I decide to wear something simple. Blue Jean shorts, that are ripped, that go to my knees. A Chemical Romance t-shirt, and my checkered Vans. Looks simple enough.

I head downstairs to the warm smell of French toast. I love it when my mom cooks. Everything she makes is amazing.

"Morning Mom," I said.

"Morning Honey," she answered, "how was your sleep?"

"It was alright, I guess."

My mom gave me two pieces of French toast with maple syrup. She bought the real stuff as a treat since it's my first day at school. That stuff is expensive, which is why I'm grateful to my mother.

"You got the good stuff?!"

"I sure did." She replied, "You deserve a treat."

I looked at my phone and it said that it's 7:30. School starts in half an hour. I shoved my breakfast in my mouth and kissed my mom goodbye. School's a fifteen minute drive from my place.

I pull up to school around 7:50. Traffic happened. I hate it. I walked into the building and found the office.

"Hi!" I said, "I'm a new student."

The lady looked at me and said, "Name?"

"Percy Jackson."

"Sit down in that red chair," she said, " the principal will be out her shortly to speak with you."

Not going to lie, this is a very nice school. Three floors, 3500 students. This place is packed!

"Percy!"

I look up and I see a tall man, maybe a few inches taller than me, with a darker skin tone, and a massive smile, approach me.

"I'd like to welcome you to Warner High."

"Thank you, Sir."

He brings us into this office and we take a seat. He turns on his computer and starts looking through it. This might not be a good thing.

"It says here that you've been kicked out of 11 schools, is this true?"

"Yes Sir. Twice for being a lesbian."

"Really?" He sounded surprised. Doesn't my outfit tell you my sexuality? "Why?"

"My principals were homophobic, so their solutions were to kick me out," I said, "they made me feel useless."

"Well, you're not useless," he stated, "you're very welcome here."

I smiled.

Finally, a principal that understands and is willing to help me in any way. I haven't felt good about a teacher or principal in a long time.