Paige Leemann (fuckin DONE!)

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PAIGE SAMANTHA LEEMANN

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NAME:

[/b]Paige Leemann
AGE:[/b]fourteen
YEAR: freshman
GENDER:female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION:homosexual
CELEBRITY CLAIM:Linzi Maia


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FAMILY:
-Elise Leemann, mother, 42
-John Leemann, father, 43
-Graham, brother, 7
-Gregory, brother, 7
-Johanna, sister, 12
-Peter, brother, 3
HISTORY:
My name is Paige Samantha Leemann, and I was born on March 1st, 1997. I grew up in Canada with my four brothers and sisters. There’s me, the oldest, Johanna, the twelve-year-old brat, Graham and Gregory, the seven-year-old twins, and the baby, Peter, who is only three years old. I love them to death, particularly the twins. They tell me all the time that I’m their favorite person in the family (besides each other, of course.) They’re quite sweet and were more supportive of me than anyone else when I came out last year.

Looking back, I’ve liked girls my entire life. I guess it just didn’t really matter up until a certain point, because I wasn’t dating anyone back then. It was in sixth grade that I first learned the official term- lesbian. It was in sexual education class, when we were being taught about sexually transmitted diseases. I thought, “Hmm,” but it still didn’t come into play just yet. It wasn’t until a few months later at my birthday party in March that something happened. We’d decided to play spin the bottle. We had an almost even number of girls and boys, because I was friends with a variety of people. Usually, they were the people that everybody else in school thought was annoying or creepy.

Anyways, I was up first because I was the birthday girl. The bottle landed on my female friend, Carrie. Everyone was freaking out, but I didn’t see what the big deal was, so I walked right over to her and kissed her on the lips. After that, everyone was freaking out even more, especially Carrie. We stopped playing spin the bottle after that, and eventually, we got everyone to calm down. We got into this big, deep, emotional conversation where we all talked about the big things that were on our minds. When it was my turn, I talked about my sexuality. That was the night that I came out as a lesbian to all of my friends as well as to myself. It still didn’t really matter though, as I was still too young to really be thinking about anyone sexually or even romantically.

Most of my friends were very accepting; they didn’t see me as a different person and didn’t view my sexuality as something that was weird or abnormal. However, there were two people that, though they never said anything outright, didn’t ‘approve’ of me, and I slowly lost their friendship. Besides that, nothing really changed after that night, at least not for a couple of weeks. That was when the rumors started leaking out. Of course, it was middle school, so everybody was absolutely dumbfounded. A lesbian! It was unheard of. Unfortunately, not everybody was as accepting as my group of friends. I underwent a lot of teasing and cruelty for the rest of the year. Some of it was plain ignorance, but some of it was just mean. But I’ve always been an upbeat person, and I tried my best to keep my head up.

For some reason, it seems that everybody assumes that gay people hook up with everyone in sight, so kids I didn’t even know would yell, “WHORE!” at me in the hallways. The first couple of times, my friends and I told a teacher, who would talk to the kid, but nothing to stop the action never actually happened. I just laughed it off, every time. Most of the time, it was easy to disregard what people said, because it was usually either a straight fact or a downright lie. It didn’t really bother me when people called me a whore or a slut or other derogatory names like that, because it wasn’t true. I was a virgin, and I’d never had any kind of girlfriend (or boyfriend, for good measure) and the friend I’d kissed at my party that night had been my first kiss. It also didn’t bother me when people called me a lesbian. I mean, it was a fact. There was no reason to be offended by it. I doubt any of those people would have minded very much if I went by them yelling, “STRAIGHT!”

Anyway, none of that bothered me, but some of their other comments did. Particularly ones about my parents not loving me or even hating me. Now, obviously, none of these people had any clue about what my family was like, but there was some truth to their words. I hadn’t come out to my family yet at that point, so I decided to come out that summer, when they would have some time to think about it and not be worried about me while I was at school. School ended June 15th; I told my parents of my sexuality on June 20th. They were shocked, to say the least. At the time, they pretty much just said, “Okay,” and walked away. It wasn’t until a few days later that the three of us sat down to “talk.” They said that they were okay with me liking girls but I wasn’t allowed to date until high school either way, and if I were to “change my mind about this,” well, then they’d be just fine with that, too. Clearly, they thought it was just a phase. That made me angry, because they were only acting so calm because they thought this was a cry for attention. They also told me that I wasn’t allowed to tell my siblings. They were probably afraid of destroying their innocence and whatnot.

Fast forward to the end of my seventh grade year. Nothing truly noteworthy happened in the year before. There was still some teasing, but it definitely died down with the new school year. Anyways, May of 2010. May 3rd, to be exact, was the day that my best friend came out to me. Turns out, she was a lesbian, too. Let me point out that this was not the same girl I’d kissed at my party the year before. She said she’d been having a lot of confusing feelings lately, and she thought that she was probably a lesbian. She asked me not to tell anyone, so I swore I wouldn’t. She ended up coming out late in the summer. Her parents were a bit weirded out, but generally okay with it. Now, this next part gets pretty cheesy and cliché and I’m sure you saw it coming from a mile away. A week after she came out, she told me she had a crush on me. That confirmed my suspicions. Yes, I liked her too. I had since she’d first told me back in May. Looking back, I think I liked her more because she was a lesbian than because of her personality and who she was and all that. Like, I liked her because she was actually available to me.

I guess it never even occurred to me that it was possible to like a straight girl because, well, they wouldn’t like me back, and why would I waste my time liking somebody that would never feel the same way? But that was back when you liked people mostly because they were cute or popular, and you could generally dial it down if you wanted to. In other words, you did, to some extent, control who you had a crush on. Anyways, after that, we sort of mutually agreed to be a ‘couple,’ as well as to not keep it a secret. We were sort of shy about all the affectionate stuff, but that was probably because it was the first relationship either of us had had. We got our parents together and told them about it a week or so later. Apparently, that was enough for my parents to believe I’d been serious when I came out two years before. The idea that someone could be so sure of being homosexual at such a young age was simply incomprehensible to them. My best friend’s (her name was Allison, by the way) parents were angry too. They accused me of “turning Allison into a lesbian” and refused to let us see each other. That turned out to be not too much of a problem. School started the very next week, so we saw each other there every day whether they wanted us to or not. We probably wouldn’t have hung out very much outside of school, anyways.

Her parents had actually started loosening up on their rules and agreed to let us hang out at my house as long as someone was with us about a week before IT happened. We’d been dating a few days over a month when we broke up due to reasons unrelated to our parents. Allison was a great best friend, but as it turns out, she can be quite clingy in romantic relationships. She broke up with me in a note. I was hurt and upset for a day or two, but then I offered to stay friends. I didn’t see why this had to interfere with our previous friendship, but Allison was acting all butt hurt about the whole thing, even though SHE’D been the one to break up with ME. Later that year, she started dating some guy, so I don’t know if she was lying about being lesbian or if she changed her mind or what, because we stopped being friends after the breakup so I had no way of knowing. Anyways, that’s about it for my dating history. The month with Allison can hardly even count as a relationship, though. We never even kissed. In fact, not a whole lot of people even knew about us because we didn’t show any more affection towards each other than we had before.

Anyways, let’s go back to when we told our parents. I guess that was my real “official” coming-out. My family had a big group discussion about it shortly afterwards one night at dinner. My parents were still pretty disgusted at that point. Johanna, who was eleven at the time, was old enough to understand the concept, but not old enough to be mature about it. She thought it was weird and gross, and our sisterly relationship since then has never been the same. Peter was only a baby, so obviously he didn’t care. Graham and Gregory were pretty much the opposite of Johanna. They didn’t really understand what was going on, but they did sense a disturbance in the force (excuse my cheesy reference). Like I said earlier, they were the most supportive members of my family at that time.

Okay, enough about my sexuality; let’s talk about what I’m like in general. I tend to stay happy. I’m not one of those people that lets the little things get them down. I like to cheer people up when I can. When I do get sad, I’m not mopey. I’m just sort of…quiet. I don’t get real depressed or make dark comments; I’m just more calm and quiet than I normally would be. Now, that isn’t to say that I'm normally hyper or anything. I’m not jumpy or excited all the time, just friendly and bright.

I like to meet new people. I mean, I honestly enjoy it. I believe that everyone has nice qualities and something to offer. Sometimes it takes a little bit of time and effort to find out what that something is, but it’s always there. Basically, I'm willing to be friends with anybody that’s willing to be friends with me. I'm the person that will always say hi and smile at you in the hallway. If people don’t like me, that’s too bad, but I don’t really mind. It also takes a lot to get me angry. Even when I am, I don’t yell and scream like some people. Like when I'm sad, I just keep quiet.

I guess now I should talk about all of the stuff that doesn’t fit into any of the previous categories. Such as, how I do in school. I guess I'm pretty smart. I mean, I get good marks and I'm in advanced English. The only exception is geography. I am so absolutely TERRIBLE at geography. Never ask me about where anything is, be it in terms of the world or just locally. I’ll pretty much always give you the wrong answer. For that matter, don’t ever ask me which direction is which. I can’t keep them straight for my life.

On the other hand, I like to think that I am pretty good at both the language and creative arts. I have always liked to read, because it came naturally to me when I was young. I have been in advanced English classes since sixth grade, though I have found that it gets harder and harder as time goes on. As far as creative arts, my personal favorite is poetry. I have been reading it ever since I could read, and writing my own since second or third grade. Of course, the poems I wrote then are quite a bit different than the ones I write now. I was under the impression that all poems had to rhyme until about fourth grade. It wasn’t until then that I really started getting into it. Now, I read publicly at a lot of Open Mike Nights and submit some of my works to the school newspaper and such. As you can guess, I’m perfectly fine with public speaking, whereas a lot of people I know are terrified of it. I am usually the one in a group for school that volunteers to present information to the rest of the class. I tend to be very confident in myself, because I don’t think it matters what other people think of me. I have been taking poetry workshops in the community for about two years now. I also like to write things other than poetry, though. My short stories aren’t great, but they’re fun to write.

Obviously, since I am from Canada, I do have a Canadian accent. It’s not very thick though, and people rarely comment on it because it’s not too noticeable. I also speak French, a common second language for many Canadians. My mom, though, moved here from France with my dad, so she already knew it and taught it to her children along with English.

We moved towards the end of my eighth grade year in 2011. The company that my dad used to work for was failing, so he took a new job with a rivaling company-which required us to move to San Francisco. I’ve never attended a public school, so we looked into private schools nearby. A couple of links led us to find Daze. I loved the idea of attending a boarding school. My parents agreed, but only if I came home every weekend. I’ll be coming down for a tour of Daze pretty soon, as well as house hunting. I can’t wait for life in the United States!

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APPEARANCE: Paige's hair is short and black. It is naturally dark brown, but she dyes it a bit darker. It is layered and she usually doesn't style it much, so she has a 'bedhead-y' look most days. She is roughly five feet and two inches tall, a bit shorter than the average woman, and about 120 pounds. Her skin is very pale, but clear, and her eyes are dark brown. On most days, she wears some face makeup and average to thick eyeliner.
LIKES:

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-eyeliner!
-reading!
-flirting!
-Canada!
-making friends!
DISLIKES:
-heights...
-forests...
-geography...
-bugs...
-winter...
FEARS:
-falling down from heights and DYING
-being kidnapped
SECRET:
-only dates lesbians. no bi, pan, girls, etc.
GOAL:
-make a friend or two that are as into poetry as she is
MENTIONABLES: nah, son.[/blockquote][/blockquote]

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EXPERIENCE: couple years
TIMEZONE:

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CHARACTERS: Colleen Mezz, Streeter Shields, Steele Shields, Mikey Rogers, Jeydon Garrett, Aly Freeland, Logan Foster.
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