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    A Part of Me

    Sorry guys I don’t know why my paragraphs get broken… 

    Chapter 4

     

    Time flew by very quickly and now it was six years later and it was Chrissie who was now graduating from high school not only was she excited to finally be graduating but she was excited because she was going to see Lizzy again it has been almost three years since she last saw her friend.

     

    3 years ago Lizzy had come back home and spent a summer after graduating from Yale. Lizzy had gotten a job at the MOMA (Museum of Modern Art) in New York after graduation and wanted to spend time with Kit and her dad before her move. 

     

    They spend a lot of that summer together visiting local art galleries, watching movies and helping Kit at the center.  Chrissie still remembers the day they had spent at the beach just her and Lizzy they had spent an day swimming and trying to get a tan Lizzy always mad fun of Chrissie because she was so fair skinned she always turned red when she sat out in sun too long.

     

    That summer was also a sort of an awakening for Chrissie she realized she had a huge crush on her best friend Lizzy.  Chrissie had been struggling with her feelings as she was getting older she started getting attention from a lot of the boys from school and though her friends often told Chrissie how attractive she was, Chrissie didn’t see it.  When her friends at times seemed boy crazy and more interested in partying Chrissie often found herself focused on her studies, being a great big sister to Matthew, and volunteering at the center with Kit, and at the end of the day she spent her time IM-ing Lizzy, when Lizzy was available. 

     

    Now that Chrissie was getting ready to graduate from high school she had come to realize that she was in fact gay, she had dated guys from her high school but it never felt right to her she even had a boyfriend for a while.  A Year ago she had met a girl named Brenda they found they had a lot in common and became friends they later realized they had an attraction toward each other  and they started to have a physical relationship though they both weren’t publicly out they often found time to get together in private.  Chrissie knew her parents would understand if she told them she was gay, after all her aunt Pat was gay and her mom and dad never hid the fact that before she came into their family she had two mommies.  Chrissie knew she could talk to her parents about anything but she just wasn’t ready to talk to them about this, not yet anyway.  She was still exploring the feelings she was having and really did not want to come out to her parents until she was really sure.

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    1. Hi dear sweet Iluvmuzic! *waving* As we mentioned earlier, this story is such a delight. The plot is unveiling at a wonderful pace and the characters are very well integrated. We were touched by Bette’s cute jealousy with respect to Brenda and Shane. Indeed it seems Bette had been dormant about her true feelings about Tina. Guess we are in for what’s next on this incredible ride that you are taking us. A real joy to read, dear friend. PPS Hugs & kisses on both your cheeks.- Lucero & Marsha (Proud Salsa Aunties to the loving JC, Eunichick, ZLFAN, T_Daze, Melrose231 and Tias Adoradas to Patpez)

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