sdfkglf i just remembered this,, sophomore year i was at a party and i guess someone made a noise complaint bc the cops showed up & naturally i was high as a kite so i tried to hide in my friends bed but before i could get upstairs a cop stopped me and asked for my name and i told her my name was selena nomez n she fuckin believed me & luckily someone passed out so she left me alone and i booked it. Selena nomez
I was fuming. I watched my daughter walk through the door with guilt all over her face.
“Sorry dad. I went…to see mom.”
“I had to! I had to know,,did you know she has another daughter?”
All of my anger melted in that instant. Watching her anguish was hard and I gave her the biggest hug I could muster.
“Yes, I did. I’m not going to bad mouth your mom honey but she did leave us and start over. You should at least know the details..”
Then I sat her down. I told her how Florita and I met in high school and she had gotten pregnant not long after. How I tried taking over my father’s resort but with no managing skills it failed within a year. How she left me for a rich man and that is who her sister’s father is. Not once did I call Florita a bad name but Palmira had a right to know.
“Thank you for telling me daddy, I know she did all that but can I still see her?”
I knew this would happen eventually…
“If you want to Mira, she’s your mom. Just tell me the next time you pay her a visit. I’m responsible for you and I need to know where you are at all times.”
i had this friend. loud, vivacious, and brimming with energy and colour. her sun-bright smile drew others to her like moths to flame; and yet she could always pick me out from the crowd effortlessly. i wondered how she did that, why she’d pick me over many.
she was the kind of person you could never look away from for long, but i saw her better from my peripherals. when she lifted her chin, her face would become awash with glowing light; and then she’d laugh about her pale skin, and the ruddy cheeks and dark freckles would appear again, as if they’d momentarily blanked out. when she grew protective, her blue eyes would spark dangerously and burn white; and then she’d blink, and the glint of her glasses would stand in with explanation.
but i saw her best from the back. when she’d run, her fire-bright curls would flare out behind her like wings.
as flighty as she was, she always came back to me. i wondered why.
she told me, once.
one day, before class had started, when i was in the middle of falling asleep in the sunbeam warming my desk, she turned around in her seat to talk to me. she spoke with her whole body, from her waving hands to her bouncing shoulders.
then she petered off, and settled into stillness. watchfulness. despite all the eyes on her, she only saw me.
“hey,” she said. “could you look at me for a sec?”
and when i lifted my head to look at her straight on, she smiled as if she’d found the answer.
“look at that,” she murmured. “your eyes have halos in them too.”
“We all have one thing in common - we want to be loved for who we are. We need to celebrate our differences. For instance, I’m gay. I’m not bragging about it but I’ve always been afraid to say it and I’m not anymore. I want this place to be a safe space where everyone feels free to be themselves. Welcome to Degrassi.”