Willy

This is Willy’s story. He is having a hard year in 7th grade. Everyone knows his secret and he is being judged behind his back.

My name is Willy. I am gay. I know everyone thinks that being gay means you are stupid, weird, and not normal. I wish people would stop judging people by who they love.

I wish they would. And now I am sad and miserable. I have little friends because people judge me.

It will always be hard, I know that. But I wish people would eat be so negative to something new. Who cares if I’m gay? I am not hurting you in anyway, am I?

I am not hurting anyone. I don’t care what you say. Besides, am I supposed to change my gender? I am sorry if you feel offended by me loving someone of my own gender. Besides, why should you even care?

Just leave me alone and stop judging me. It’s fine. I won’t stop being gay unless I don’t want to anymore, not because you said so.

Author's Note

Ignore the grammar problems please. Also I am not gay or lesbian, but still what is wrongs with being gay or lesbian? Why do we judge them? I got this idea off of a previe to a movie, I for got what it was called.