Fifteen! Part five!
Title: Fifteen
Rating: PG-13
Part: Five
Pairing/Character: Joanne Jefferson. [POV]
Disclaimer: I only wish that I owned. Belongs to Jonathan Larson
Notes: This might be confusing but I have marked where I move from first person to third person. It was confusing to try and write everything in first person and I’m not to great at it, sorry.
A week. That’s how long I managed to avoid my mother and the subject of my sexuality. I intended to avoid it as long as I could. I was always thankful that my father came to my rescue, never leaving me alone with her. I guess he was afraid that she was going to rip into me about it. It was plain obvious her stand on sexuality. I shouldn’t be anything but straight. I wasn’t going to change for her.
I got off the bus after school and down the block home, stopping with a groan when I saw my mother’s car out front. My steps suddenly felt heavy; I had been so lucky up until now to not be alone with her.
Quietly as possible, I snuck into the house and headed up to my room, trying not to make a sound but she somehow heard me because next thing I knew she was in my room.
“Did you really think you would get up here unnoticed?” She asked me.
I looked at her and only shrugged, sitting down, getting out my schoolbooks figuring I could do homework. I didn’t want to speak with her at all.
“I have homework to do.” I stated shifting my gaze up to her a bit.
She was staring at me, “We are going to talk about this whole lesbian phase.” She stated, her arms folding across her chest.
“There’s nothing to talk about.” I told her, “And it’s not a phase. I’ve known for awhile, mother.” I added, attempting to focus on my schoolwork.
“It’s a phase because I say so. You’ll get over it, right now.” She told her.
I looked up at her, hurt yet not surprised, “No. I won’t. Why can’t you just accept that I’m different? That I like girls and always will.” I stated, “Get out of my room!” She I practically yelled at her, not wanting to have there anymore.
“No, this discussion is not over.” She snapped, coming more into the room, her gaze focused on me, it really beginning to bother me. I never saw her look at me like that. This must have really disappointed her.
“Yes, it is because you’ll never accept it like dad. You’ll want me to change and I don’t want too!” I yelled, glancing at the clock, wishing dad would get home, now.
“I will not allow my daughter to be a lesbian…”
I cut her off, “I don’t care! I am who I am!” I could feel tears building in my eyes. “Get out of my room.” I said, getting up and going over to close the door, locking her out.
I slide down the door soon, pulling my legs in close to my chest, wishing my dad would come home and stop her from yelling.
“This isn’t over Joanne. Get over this phase, NOW! I don’t approve of it at all so get over it!” I heard her say through the door.
“Go away, mother.” I yelled back, refusing to let her continue this conversation. I heard footsteps and knew she was walking downstairs, which I was completely thankful for. I moved back up on my bed and layed down, feeling tears slide down my cheeks. I couldn’t believe her and yet, I knew she was going to hold this against me.
I was a fifteen-year-old lesbian that wasn’t accepted by my own mother.
-Fin.
[[I honestly have NO idea where I’m going with this but I am not going to bring any of the gang in and the next update will take a while.
Rating: PG-13
Part: Five
Pairing/Character: Joanne Jefferson. [POV]
Disclaimer: I only wish that I owned. Belongs to Jonathan Larson
Notes: This might be confusing but I have marked where I move from first person to third person. It was confusing to try and write everything in first person and I’m not to great at it, sorry.
A week. That’s how long I managed to avoid my mother and the subject of my sexuality. I intended to avoid it as long as I could. I was always thankful that my father came to my rescue, never leaving me alone with her. I guess he was afraid that she was going to rip into me about it. It was plain obvious her stand on sexuality. I shouldn’t be anything but straight. I wasn’t going to change for her.
I got off the bus after school and down the block home, stopping with a groan when I saw my mother’s car out front. My steps suddenly felt heavy; I had been so lucky up until now to not be alone with her.
Quietly as possible, I snuck into the house and headed up to my room, trying not to make a sound but she somehow heard me because next thing I knew she was in my room.
“Did you really think you would get up here unnoticed?” She asked me.
I looked at her and only shrugged, sitting down, getting out my schoolbooks figuring I could do homework. I didn’t want to speak with her at all.
“I have homework to do.” I stated shifting my gaze up to her a bit.
She was staring at me, “We are going to talk about this whole lesbian phase.” She stated, her arms folding across her chest.
“There’s nothing to talk about.” I told her, “And it’s not a phase. I’ve known for awhile, mother.” I added, attempting to focus on my schoolwork.
“It’s a phase because I say so. You’ll get over it, right now.” She told her.
I looked up at her, hurt yet not surprised, “No. I won’t. Why can’t you just accept that I’m different? That I like girls and always will.” I stated, “Get out of my room!” She I practically yelled at her, not wanting to have there anymore.
“No, this discussion is not over.” She snapped, coming more into the room, her gaze focused on me, it really beginning to bother me. I never saw her look at me like that. This must have really disappointed her.
“Yes, it is because you’ll never accept it like dad. You’ll want me to change and I don’t want too!” I yelled, glancing at the clock, wishing dad would get home, now.
“I will not allow my daughter to be a lesbian…”
I cut her off, “I don’t care! I am who I am!” I could feel tears building in my eyes. “Get out of my room.” I said, getting up and going over to close the door, locking her out.
I slide down the door soon, pulling my legs in close to my chest, wishing my dad would come home and stop her from yelling.
“This isn’t over Joanne. Get over this phase, NOW! I don’t approve of it at all so get over it!” I heard her say through the door.
“Go away, mother.” I yelled back, refusing to let her continue this conversation. I heard footsteps and knew she was walking downstairs, which I was completely thankful for. I moved back up on my bed and layed down, feeling tears slide down my cheeks. I couldn’t believe her and yet, I knew she was going to hold this against me.
I was a fifteen-year-old lesbian that wasn’t accepted by my own mother.
-Fin.
[[I honestly have NO idea where I’m going with this but I am not going to bring any of the gang in and the next update will take a while.