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Drummergirl

Seventeen-year-old drummer Amy Parks has been in band since fifth grade, is now the percussion section leader, and belongs to a garage band called The Maniacs. After her first crush on another girl at the age of ten, she swore to keep that part of herself hidden, even from herself, and never let it out again. Her band director is rumored to be gay, but other than that, Amy knows no other gay people, and thinks the word “lesbian” can’t possibly apply to her, even though her younger sister Erin constantly calls her gay and Amy has a half-naked poster of JLo on her wall. But still, she can’t be gay, right?<br><br>Then Amy meets the new girl, fellow band member Becca.<br><br>Amy is afraid of the thoughts and feelings she experiences, and thinks if she gets a boyfriend, maybe she’ll stop being so attracted to Becca. When the first boyfriend doesn’t work out, she jumps to the next guy, but is still unsatisfied. Amy begins to go to the lesbian chat room online and befriends a mentor named WhiskeyMind, who tells her for the first time that being a lesbian is about love.<br><br>When Amy finally decides to tell Becca how she feels, she must face the choice of being true to herself and losing everything, or hiding in the closet just to keep her friends and her position in The Maniacs. Is coming out the right thing to do? Is Becca really the girl of her dreams, or is there someone else out there for her?

Kim Flowers · Urbano
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24 Chs

Chapter 12

“Yeah, that’s great,” I finally lied. “Have fun!”

“Okay, give me a hug first,” said Becca, and I almost forgave her. “Thanks again for the CD. Do you mind if I take it so Steve and I can listen to it?”

“Go right ahead.”

And so after packing the last of our things away, I left alone and went home, confusing feelings searing through my body.

“I’m fine,” I said out loud. “There’s nothing wrong with me.”

But I didn’t feel fine at all. I got home, and Erin was on the computer, so I went to my room and lay in bed, staring up at my poster of JLo. She had thick, luscious curves. And sweat or water or oil or something gleamed on her body. I really took the picture in. Why did I choose this poster? I thought of Geno. He was in good shape, a muscular-looking guy, but I didn’t want to gaze upon his body or anything. Not the way I could look at this female body.

Erin walked in the room and noticed where I was staring.

“Lezbo,” she said, then walked out again without another word.