My Coming Out

I was thirteen years old when I first came out to my friends, we left school at lunch to go to our favorite restaurant and talk. What I hadn’t known was there were girls from school (who didn’t like me) following us, they must have overheard my conversation with my friends because on our way back, they jumped me and a girl I was holding hands with.

Three of my other friends went to get help while these girls beat me and my friend. She died laying beside me while I only walked away with a few stitches, bruises, and a cracked rib. I vowed from that day on that I would do anything in my power to make sure her life wasn’t taken in vein, and that I lived out loud and proud.

I became the president of a GSA (Gay Straight Alliance) at my school and made great progress with the students there and the word “gay” being used in derogatory terms.