Queenie

Queenie yawned as she headed for her next class. It was maths, her favorite. She had slept so badly last night she was hardly awake, and wasn't sure if she'd make it through the whole class.

There had been something on her mind, niggling away. Something she wasn't sure she was ready to face, not yet, anyway. She had continued to shove this thought further and further into the back of her mind, but every night it cropped up again.

And, well, every time this happened.

One of Queenie's classmates, a beautiful, gorgeous, amazing... uh, ahem, a lovely young lady, was holding the door open for Queenie again. This happened pretty much every maths class. And every single time, the classmate would flash a toothy smile her way. It made her heart clench every time.

It was just... friendliness, though, right? She just really wanted to be friends with this classmate. That was all.

But as Queenie smiled back, her classmate murmured a "good morning" and brushed her hand against her back. Oh no. The heart clenching progressed into palpitations. Queenie felt the hot red blush rise on her cheeks. She'd touched her! And it felt... amazing. It felt so right.

This was it, wasn't it? She had to admit it. She had to admit she had a crush on her classmate. A girl.

She was, in fact, a big old lesbian.

She had to admit that.

Years of innocent childhood crushes flashed through her mind. Her next door neighbor when she was 5, her best friend when she was 10, that girl on the bus when she was 13...

Queenie sighed as she entered the classroom.

She was a lesbian. That felt so good, so right to think. It was her truth. A rush of relief washed over her.

She smiled to herself.

Everything made sense.