chapter 1

"look out" it's a very loud and warning words that rhyme with the song I'm currently listening to. look out below by lilred. right. I'm that kind of girl everyone else mistakes as a boy at first glance, I mean look at my almost flat chest, flat... or so I don't want to say I have flat butt but .. well my height compensate all those. I'm 6'3 odd for my age. and well damn having short hair isn't helping too, not to mention how my closet lacks girly touch. speaking of closet.

I'm not sure I'm in the closet or something, but I know I'm not straight although I have never- like never dated before other than a fling I had last Christmas with one of the girls in foster group house.

this doesn't tell I'm lesbian right?. I guess. but I'm just different. let's settle for that.

Different.

did I just zone out?. well, I'm currently skating in the road. much of pecks of living in small town of Farmville Virginia. I have a week since I came here.. pecks of being an orphan too you get to move a lot... with new foster parents.

And here I am, all the way from Charlottesville to Farmville. A joke right?.

not a joke actually since it really happened and I'm the proof. A kid has just fallen off his bike and I'm looking him up as he rolls on the ground.

"hey buddy" I give him my hand. "it hurts" he cries. "it hurts brobably like a bitch but we need to see it" I soothe. His eyes widen looking up at me. "did you curse?, that's so cool" his eyes lit up and I smile at him. This boy thinks I'm cool. well that's what kids think of me anyway.

"did you hurt yourself again Thomas?" a woman on her fourties asks as she approaches us.

"It doesn't hurt much.. besides he helped me" he grins rubbing his eyes. The woman looks at me and her eyes widen that her son called me "He".

"hi, I'm Celine" I offer her my hand. "he thinks I'm a boy. I'm actually a she" I explain akwardly as the woman hesitates to take my hand but takes it anyway.

"I'm Jenna, Thomas is my son" she looks at him. "I'm sorry.. I thought you were a boy too" I give her a small smile. I don't take offense at their misunderstanding, I know how confusing I can be.

"it's okay" I say helping Thomas to his mom's car. then carrying his bike and help his mom tie it on the top of her cruiser carrier. "thank you so much Celine, that's very kind of you" she beams later on and I wave her holding my skate board.