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I’m making myself a cup of tea. It’s nearly time for school. Personally I’m not too excited about it. After all, Claire will be there. And Vanessa. I haven’t seen them since… well since I kissed Vanessa and Claire saw me. You’re right. It was a really stupid thing to do. There is no excuse for it. I just couldn’t help myself. Don’t get me wrong. It’s not like I don’t care about Claire. I do care, you know.
My dad is sitting right in front of me. He drinks from his own cup of tea. Looking worried he asks: ”Are you okay?”. I nod. ”No need to worry, dad.” He doesn’t seem to believe me and scratches his beard. Dad only does that when he’s worried about something. ”You know that you can always talk to me, right?”. ” I know, Dad.” I think about Claire’s parents. While I’m wondering if her dad has accepted Claire’s sexuality, I don’t notice how my dad is shouting my name. ”What?” I ask confused as I look up while my dad is losing his patience. ”Rose, we have to go. We’ll be late otherwise.” ”You’ll be late.” I correct him. I get my rain coat. We had such good weather this weekend, now it’s like the sun will never shine again. Okay maybe I’m exaggerating. Just a little. At least the rain matches my feelings. I get in and slam the door. Dad starts the car. I’m looking at the window. The raindrops are really fascinating. I just don’t know what to do.
Vanessa stood before me. I felt so lucky that moment. Finally she chose me. Not her family. Not them. But me. It must have been difficult for her. She came to me, not knowing how I would welcome her. When we finally kissed again it felt like this was always meant to be. Then I heard someone crying. It was Claire.
How will it be at school? I’m worried. Not only about Claire and Vanessa. I’m thinking about the bullying. It was hard before. That’s not what I’m saying. But Claire always had my back. I guess I’ll have to deal with it on my own now. That’s understandable. If I was in Claire’s position, I’d probably wouldn’t want any form of contact with me anymore.