Can I Make Her a Lesbian? Part 6
“So, she told you her story,” said Miss Georgia. “How much?” she asked.
I nodded. I was busy doing some last minute homework before my first class when Miss Georgia called me in for a little meeting. “She told me about her mom, and how she died, and her father forbidding archery.”
Miss Georgia frowned. “How did she say her mother died?” she asked.
“Well, internal bleeding after collapsing suddenly. She didn’t get too into it.”
“OK,” said Miss Georgia. “Can you come back here on your lunch break?”
I nodded. And so, the classes passed by. Before I knew it, lunch break arrived.
I grabbed my yogurt (this body couldn’t really handle much more for lunch), and went to the biology office. There, standing with Miss Georgia, was a person I had met once before. A person I hated with all my heart.
“What are you doing here?” I asked Alli’s father.
“Sit down,” he said.