CHAPTER 40: QUEER QUEENMAYA'S POVBy the time lunch ended, Charlotte was still pacing like her sneakers were about to catch fire. I tried everything: jokes, threats, dumb theories, nothing could calm her. So I promised I’d help her after school and dipped for something I actually couldn’t miss:My club meeting.AKA:The Queer Student meeting, my happy place, the only group in this whole school where people don’t treat me like I’m a walking rainbow sticker with attitude issues.And, okay fine, also the place where my girlfriend would be.I walked into the art room we meet here because the counselor says it’s “creative and freeing,” but I think she just likes the pastel beanbags and the moment I stepped in, I felt my shoulders drop. Like I could breathe again.The room smelled like acrylic paint and cheap vanilla candles, and the walls were covered in pride flag collages. Someone drew a giant lesbian flag shaped like a dragon. It’s perfect. I want it tattooed one day.“Hey!” Sienna wav
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