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to baggage claim. Gerald and Frank were waiting at the bottom of the escalator and I made the introductions. Once that was done, I asked what surprise he was talking about and he merely said that it was waiting for me in the car. He and Frank collected our bags and we walked out to the passenger pick-up area. As I passed through the automatic doors, I saw the three most beautiful sites I think Id ever seen: Gerald, Jr., Monica and Whitney. Junior looked especially handsome, all decked out in his Second Lieutenant U.S. Army uniform. I bounded across the sidewalk and in less than three steps I held all three of them in my arms, vowing to never let them go again. Gerald, Frank and Kathleen came out and I introduced the kids to Kathleen and told them exactly who she was. They all smiled and welcomed her with warm hugs. As I watched them hug Kathleen, I saw tears in Kathleens eyes.
The next day, I bought Kathleen a beautiful ring, slipped it on her finger and planted a deep kiss on her right there in the jewelry store. The two clerks were both gay and they applauded and cried. Then we drove up to Mount Clemens, which is on the far northwest edge of Detroit and out to the Oak Lawn Cemetery, which according to the paper, is where Sherry and Michelle were buried. After about twenty minutes, Kathleen located the stones. They were right next to each other under a large oak tree. I placed a single rose on each stone. Reagans body had been cremated and her ashes had been taken back to her home state of Arizona to be spread in the Colorado River. I knelt before Sherry and Michelles stones and said the Lords Prayer for each of them. Then I stood and took the love of my life by her hand.
"You ready to go home now?" I asked.
"As long as Im with you, then anywhere is home." Kathleen replied.
The Michigan sun was setting as we turned away from my past and walked forward into our future.
I was waiting, class would be over in 10 minutes and I was ready to finally tell someone my secret. I sat on the back row of my English class, my work finished about 5 minutes ago and since then, I have just sat and stared at the clock on the wall, watching it slowly tick away. I should feel nervous but Im not, I know this is the right thing to do, I just hope my teacher is as receptive as I hope she is. For the last year I have discovered this secret about myself and kept it as such until I was able to deal with any future problems, I have been researching what I can and I feel it is time to finally tell someone. Later today I hope to tell my parents, but I want to tell my teacher first. I need
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support from someone at school and I feel Miss Taylor will be the one that can help me, because if other students and teachers find out my secret, I will need someone special, someone to support me in whatever negative situation I find myself.
Only five minutes to go, I must planned this conversation in my head for over a week now, but I know these type of conversations cant be planned, because the outcome is unknown, not knowing how the other persons will react, but I truly believe Miss Taylor is the right choice.
The bell rang loudly to all, signalling to everyone in the school that it was the end of class but also the end of the day, time to go home. I hoped that Miss Taylor had nowhere to go, because I knew I needed at least an hour of her time, if not longer. By the way before I forget, my name is Sophie Green and I am 18 years old. Since my early teens I have mentally and physically, felt I was a well developed young woman, even though I should have been classed as a girl. I always felt more mature than my age states. My sister told me I was 10 going on 18; I believed she was very serious when she said that. The people who know me well, have treated me as such, this has helped my confidence, which I will definitely need when I tell my teacher and my parents, my secret.
Once the other students had vacated the classroom, I picked up my backpack from the floor hanging it on one shoulder, I then stood and started to approach Miss Taylors desk. Since I started at this school, King Georges Comprehensive, over 5 years ago, I have been by myself, no friends my own age, I made the decision I could survive without them. But with the teachers I try and be friendly towards them, I feel they will understand me better. It has helped me to be noticed more as a very hard working student, which helps me want to work harder and impress that much more. Miss Taylor was one such teacher, except we had more of a friendship. It had built over the last 14 months since I started sixth form, if we werent student or teacher we would definitely be friends, we enjoyed talking a lot about each others interests. We shared a lot of the same likes and dislikes, including the books we read. I was always instigating conversations about her thoughts of the world around us. I trusted her even more than my parents in some ways, like I could tell her anything, so I had chosen her as my secret keeper.
She is finishing off what seems to be some marking. She is slouching, her head sitting on her hand of her elbowed left arm, while her right skimmed through the pages of the books and writing down her notes. She looked both
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