Average Jane |Lesbian Story|
And while, as the Vice President of Loser Club, Jane wasn't expecting much in the way of earthly glory and fame, whatever she got of it she would give to Grace.
Jane tore a sheet of paper from the back of her sketchpad. She knew what she was going to. Sitting right there in art class, she was going to write Ms. Anderson a poem.
She had written poems before, for school assignments, but they had all been terrible. How did you go about writing a good poem, a poem that would really tell another person what you wanted to say?
Ignoring the bowl of bananas, Jane picked up her pencil and wrote:
"My love for you is like..." But she didn't know how to finish the line. Like what? What was it like?
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