The Scholarship

by

Julie O.

 

Chapter One-Hundred-Eighty-Three

I slept in until almost noon. Actually, I woke up a few times, but decided that sleep was a better option than getting up. I finally got out of bed and crawled into the shower. I had no idea that having fun could be so exhausting.

After showering, I checked myself out in the mirror. I really liked my new hair color and decided that I'd leave it this way for now. I also examined my growing breasts. Yes, I was a little fixated with them, but it was pretty cool seeing them grow.

I dressed casually and after my bra, pads, and panties, I put on a green sleeveless t-shirt, my denim overalls, and my sandals. I put on a touch of make up and went downstairs.

Mom and Sam were out back on the deck. It was sunny and nice outside. I grabbed a glass of OJ and joined them.

"It's alive!" said Sam, in his best horror movie voice.

"Oh, like you're Mr. Early Bird," I replied.

"I'm usually up before lunch," he said laughing, "I guess you had a great time."

"Good afternoon, honey," said Mom.

"Okay, I may have slept in a little late, but it was worth it." I sat down on one of the chairs. "It was awesome!"

I went on to describe the whole evening. I even told them about Larry the waiter. Sam found that very funny, Mom just shook her head.

"Sounds like something I would have done when I was your age," she remarked.

We talked for a while about the prom. Mom then excused herself to work on a paper for her college class. Sam asked me if I wanted to go down to his old apartment and help him pick up a few more things. I agreed and we took off.

"So, school is almost over," he said as we drove to the other side of town.

"It's gone by really fast, considering everything that's happened," I replied.

I noticed that we weren't taking the normal way to his place. "Is this the scenic route?" I asked.

"I have a little side trip to make, I didn't think you'd mind."

We drove a few more miles until we reached the State Police barracks. Sam told me to follow him and we walked inside. A trooper was waiting for us and took us out back.

"Well, there she is," he said, pointing to a green, two-door sports car. "She's in great shape, and I kinda hate to part with her, but with the baby on the way, it's very impractical."

"What do you think, Erika?" he asked.

I was stunned at first. "You mean for me?" I asked.

"Well, it's not a gift. You 're buying it, but this is a great deal, and if it turns out to be a lemon I'll sue him," said Sam grinning.

"You sue me and you'd better not ever get caught speeding again," replied the trooper with an equally cheesy grin. Then they both started laughing. Cop humor!

I got in the car and it felt really nice. He was right; it was in great shape. The trooper told me I could drive it around a little to see how it felt. Sam got in next to me and we took off. It also rode very smoothly, so we drove for several miles before heading back.

"So what do you think?" asked Sam.

"It's really nice, but it's a little above my limit."

"Well, I think we can cover that, think of it as a graduation present."

"Does Mom know about this?" I asked.

He smiled. "Yes, she does and she said it's up to you."

I thought about it and decided that it had everything I wanted and then some. It even had a CD player! It would be nice to have my own car and this was far nicer than what I'd expecting for my first car. "If you think it's a good deal, then I think we should get it. I really like her. Thank you so much." That's right, I considered the car to be female. It was too cute to be a male!

"Great, let's head back to the barracks and tell him. By the way, you're welcome."

Sam told him that we'd take it and that he'd call later in the week to arrange the payment and to work out the paperwork.

I couldn't wait to tell Mom and my friends. Mom was pleased that at least I'd have a nice safe car.

 

Chapter One-Hundred-Eighty-Four

I called up Laura around three and she had just gotten up. She was excited about me getting a car, but she was still happy to drive me around.

"I'll be over in an hour. I can't believe that I slept this late!" she explained.

We went over to Kristen's to pick up our dresses.

"Has Cat picked hers up yet?" I asked as we walked up to her room.

"Yes, she and Matt came by an hour ago. They're a great couple," added Kristen.

I looked at my dress and held it in front of me. I closed my eyes and thought about last night. "Earth to Erika," interrupted Laura.

"Oh, sorry. I was thinking about last night. It seems like it was all a wonderful dream."

"It was real," said Kristen. She sat down on her bed and watched as we packed up our dresses. "I just want to tell you how proud I am of you two. You're both so brave and honest about being open and true about yourselves."

"Thanks, Kristen. Your sticking with me as my friend has helped more than you'll ever know," thanked Laura.

"Kristen, I also want to thank you for being my friend. You've done so much for me this year." I added.

"It's been my pleasure. I've known a few of the contestants over the years, but you're the first that I really consider a friend." Kristen replied.

It was nice to know that her friendship was genuine.

Laura and I headed over to Spencer's. I skipped the pie and just had the cappuccino. Laura had to use the bathroom, and while I was waiting for her, I saw today's paper on the table in front of me. I picked up the editorial section and started to read. I was hoping that the Rev was old news. But then I saw his latest attack. There was a letter from him stating that he'd be holding a rally to support Jason, during which he'd provide evidence that proved Jason's innocence. The rally would be held this coming weekend in the city park downtown.

When Laura returned, I showed her the article and asked to borrow her cell phone. I quickly dialed my number and after three rings I got Sam.

"Did you see today's paper?" I asked frantically.

"No, it's still on the kitchen table, what's wrong?" he asked.

I told him to go to the editorial page. I waited while he found the page.

"Okay, honey, I see it. I'll call Marlene and let her know. Don't worry about it. There's nothing that you can do right now anyway."

"I know. I'll be home soon," I replied.

Laura had me sit down and relax before we left. I was so angry.

"Why is this man so intent on interfering with my life? I know he says that he's only interested in freeing Jason, but only an idiot would miss the real point of his actions," I fumed. I was so furious.

"Hey, you aren't in this alone. If he hates you, you can imagine what he thinks of me or this coffeehouse for that matter," she commented.

"Thanks. I know that I have many people on my side, but this is so personal. I can't help but be angry." I tossed the paper on the table so hard that it knocked over my cup. It hit the floor and shattered into several pieces.

The sound of the cup hitting the floor drew a lot of attention our way. One thing about the regular crowd at Spencer's was that they knew that it was more than just a coffeehouse, it was a refuge. So when someone had an irrational display of emotion, people were interested in helping.

"Is everything okay, girls?" asked a large muscular man.

I was about to say yes, but Laura wasn't about to let me lie. "No it isn't! Some over-righteous asshole is harassing my girlfriend!" she exclaimed. And I thought I was the angry one!

Laura explained to him what was going on and showed him the paper. He introduced himself as Ben and he seemed very concerned.

"I've been following this. Do you have anyone to organize your side?" asked Ben.

"Yes, her name is Marlene Hamilton," I replied.

He seemed impressed and he let out a low whistle. "Whoa! This must be serious for Marlene to get involved."

"You know her?" asked Laura

"Only by reputation. She's a good person to have on your side, kid," he remarked.

"Please call me Erika. And this is my girlfriend, Laura." I didn't even mind him calling me kid.

Laura smiled when I called her my girlfriend.

"Pleased to meet both of you. Would do me a favor? The next time you talk to Marlene would you give her my number? I'm with the LGBT center on campus and we'd love to help." He handed me a card.

"I will, thanks," I answered. I then stood up and we hugged.

I felt a bit better and Laura drove me home, "At least he waited until the prom was over," I said, letting out a small laugh.

"He is making a huge mistake coming here," Laura stated, almost as if it was a threat.

"I feel better knowing you're on my side."

Laura couldn't stay for dinner, so we kissed and agreed to talk later in the evening.

 

Chapter One-Hundred-Eighty-Five

"It's me!" I said as I came in. I walked into the kitchen and sat down with Mom and Sam.

"How are you doing?" asked Mom.

"Good. I let out a little rage, and some poor coffee cup paid the price, but I feel better."

"I talked to Marlene – she'll be filling papers for a demonstration the same day as the Rev. He hasn't filed his papers yet with City Hall. Marlene said that they'll hold their rally with or without him. Since he played his hand first, any cancellation on his behalf will mean that he has lost. What little credibility he has will be gone."

I nodded. "I need to call Marlene." I showed Sam the card that Ben gave me, and explained how he wanted to get involved.

"Well, she is on her way here so we'll have to wait until she calls us. You can always e-mail her the info," suggested Sam.

Sam grilled dinner but no one had much of an appetite. Marlene called a little after nine and we talked for a few minutes. She told me that she had called most of the contacts she'd made during her last trip, and most were very supportive of a counter rally to the Rev. I gave her Ben's number and she said she'd call him in the morning. She warned me to expect more actions directed towards me, the school, and my friends.

"Whatever you do, don't lose your temper and retaliate; that's what they want you to do. I'll be filing a restraining order to keep him and his minions away from you. I don't know if it will be approved, but it's worth a try. He's already been ordered to stay away from the school. This may get rough, but we'll get through this."

I agreed not to do anything stupid. There was nothing I could do right now except wait and hope that our side would win.

 

Chapter One-Hundred-Eighty-Six

I tried to get into the post prom mood in school Monday, but I was too distracted by the thought of the Rev holding a rally against me in less than a week. I tried not to let it show. I was back to walking that tightrope of wanting to show everyone how strong I was and at the same time desiring help and comfort. What was also in my mind was that I'd failed twice in finding the right balance. Okay, maybe 'failed' was too harsh a term, but I was worried that I might really go over the edge the next time.

I knew I had a strong support group to get me through this. Mom and Sam were great. Laura and Cat were always there for me, along with many other students at Central. Of course I could depend on Ms. B, Mrs. Lee, and Coach Chambers. Jenny told me that I could call her anytime, and I had Marlene the Great running my official defense. Add to that Mrs. Lincoln, the college, and many residents of Golden Hill and I should have felt very confident. But being just seventeen, I still had many worries. I also didn't want the very people supporting me to be hurt.

Still, I think I did an Oscar-worthy performance Monday in school. I joined all the post prom conversations and acted like nothing abnormal was going on in my life, just like any other senior at Central.

I was called up to Mrs. Lee's office during third period. I arrived at the same time as Ms. B and Coach Chambers.

"Good Morning, Erika," greeted Ms. B.

I nodded. Coach put her hand on my shoulder and smiled. My emotions were running a bit high, and it was hard to talk without getting choked up. We then entered Mrs. Lee's office.

"Hello Erika, I wanted to talk to you about the latest developments with the upcoming protest; please have a seat. I was just notified by Mr. Warren that the Reverend's group has filed the necessary paperwork for their rally. They claim the purpose is to protest a legal decision, but we all know the real reason," stated Mrs. Lee.

"Yes, Mrs. Lee."

"While the main effort of this group is directed at you, it's also an attack on all our contestants, this school, and our community. We plan to stand together in support. While officially the school cannot do anything, individual students and staff will be allowed to participate in the counter-rally being held by Ms. Hamilton. I also want you to know that I personally will be there to support you," reaffirmed Mrs. Lee.

"Erika, the scholarship committee can and will support you. We've prepared plans for such an event and are quite ready to defend you and the program," added Ms. B.

"I'll be at the rally with you too," smiled Coach.

"Thank you, all!" I was feeling very emotional and found it hard to speak. I was discovering that the hormones were loosening my emotions.

"I'll be speaking to all the contestants today and to the entire student body this afternoon on the PA. I'll inform the other contestants that we will support them and ask them to report any problems. I'll also address the entire student body to remind them about school district policy on demonstrations. I will not allow this group or ANY group to disrupt or bother any student on campus," said Mrs. Lee in a very forceful tone.

"I appreciate you telling me this in advance."

"If you have any questions or problems, please come see me immediately," stated Mrs. Lee.

I went back to class and tried to act like everything was okay.

At lunch, Laura asked me how I was doing. I told her about my meeting with Mrs. Lee. Laura told me that the counter-rally was going to be huge, as she was telling everyone she knew about it. Cat and Kristen confirmed this fact. Granted, it was a holiday weekend and many people would be out of town, but I appreciated their support in putting the word out.

That afternoon Mrs. Lee made her announcement concerning school rules and outside groups. It made me feel better knowing that the Rev's group wouldn't be tolerated on campus.

I rode home with Cat and Laura. I was pleased to see everything was normal at home. Mom's car was in the driveway. It was a school night for her and she was getting ready for class. I said goodbye to Cat and kissed Laura goodbye and walked into the house.

 

Chapter One-Hundred-Eighty-Seven

I found Mom in the kitchen making her dinner to take to school.

"Hi, honey. Marlene called and wanted to let you know that they have a restraining order for the Rev and his followers to stay 100 yards away from our house."

"Good! Between here, school, and work I'll have some safe havens. I don't need a restraining order for Spencer's. They wouldn't dare show up there," I replied with a smile.

"She also warned us that they will probably try a few things between now and Saturday." She finished packing her meal. "You want a ride to work?"

"Sure, let me go get changed first!"

Mom dropped me off at the mall's main entrance. I watched her drive away and I walked towards the double glass doors. As I approached, a woman walked up and asked me to sign her petition. I was caught off guard, as the mall usually didn't allow soliciting.

"We are gathering names in support of a new trial for Jason Martin. He is a local boy who was falsely convicted of a crime and now is wasting away in prison. I would also like you to have a bumper sticker." The bumper sticker said "Free Jason."

"He wasn't convicted; he confessed, and pled guilty, get your facts straight," I retorted, controlling the urge to seize her clipboard and throw it in the trash.

She stared at me and seemed to be at a loss for words. "Ummm…. Yes, that's what published, but we know that he was forced to sign the ummm …confession." Apparently she wasn't used to a teenager contradicting her.

I didn't want to let her know who I was. " Well, whoever told you that was wrong!" I then walked in the mall. I immediately tracked down a security guard and told him what was going on at the entrance.

I walked to the other entrance and saw another supporter of the Rev also questioning shoppers. I was pleased to see the security car pull up next to the entrance and the guard begin to question the person. That made me feel very good.

I told Cindy what had happened and she could only shake her head in disbelief. Mel asked me if wanted "Cliff and the boys" to go rough them up! Cindy gave her a real dirty look for that one. It was tempting to say yes, but that would only get Cliff in trouble.

"I want you to go tell Mrs. Lincoln this. I'm sure she'll find it very interesting," ordered Cindy.

Mrs. Lincoln immediately called the mall office and told them in no uncertain terms that she was upset and that they'd better ensure that this didn't happen again.

"By the way, dear, I heard you looked lovely at your prom," remarked Mrs. Lincoln.

"Thank you. I wish you could have seen me! I had a wonderful time and thank you for the day off on Sunday." I then left her office and changed for work.

Work was a nice distraction from my worries and I was surprised at how fast closing time arrived. Cindy gave me a ride home.

"By the way, Erika, I'll be at the counter-rally on Saturday," stated Cindy.

"Thank you!"

I saw Marlene's office on wheels parked in the driveway. I said goodnight to Cindy and went inside, "I'm home!" I announced.

 

Chapter One-Hundred-Eighty-Eight

"We're in the kitchen," said Sam.

I walked in to see the kitchen table covered with papers. Marlene was on the phone and she waved hi to me.

"You're home early," stated Sam, without looking up.

"No, I'm not. You've just lost track of time," I replied, pointing to the clock.

He glanced at his watch. "Whoa, it's almost 9:30!"

"I take it you haven't eaten."

Sam shook his head no.

"Well, I'll fix dinner. Why not something simple and easy to eat, so we don't have to clear the table? There is a table under there, right?"

Sam smiled and mouthed "smart ass" to me.

"You feel like grilled cheese sandwiches and a mug of tomato soup?" I asked. That was always one of our favorite comfort foods.

"Sounds good," said Sam. I saw Marlene nodding yes.

I went to work preparing the sandwiches and the soup. Marlene hung up the phone and said hi. I told them about the incident at the mall.

"In the future, just walk by and don't talk to them. They might have someone there to photograph you and then will try to use it against us," warned Marlene.

"I hadn't thought of that." I put the first sandwich in the frying pan.

"It looks like we'll be getting a very good turn out on Saturday. I have confirmations from many civic and church groups that will be on our side," Marlene stated proudly.

The soup was ready and I poured it into mugs. I was also on my third sandwich. Timing is everything when cooking, you don't want to start the sandwiches too soon as they'll get cold before the soup is ready. Cold grilled cheese sandwiches are gross.

Marlene helped me bring the food to the table. We cleared enough space for our plates. Mom arrived in the middle of this and I gave her my sandwich and soup. It didn't take long to make another one and there was plenty of soup left.

"So, Erika, you saw bumper stickers?" asked Marlene.

"Yes, she said I could have one if I signed her petition." I took a bite of the sandwich, it was pretty good.

"Try not to overreact when you see them around town. I wouldn't be surprised if they went around and put them on cars themselves," explained Marlene.

"Can someone please tell me what difference there is to these people what gender I want to be? I am not harming them in any manner, so why the big effort to protest against me and the program?" I vented.

"That's the problem with these extreme groups, they see LGBT as a threat and a challenge to their belief system. If you are accepted as normal, then they'd be forced to examine their entire belief system. It's the same reason they protest evolution and equality for women. Don't forget that these sort of groups often support racist groups too. This entrenched sort of thinking is why we can get mainstream support for our counter-protests," Marlene explained

"Sounds like you've given that speech before," I said.

She smiled. "Only a 'few' times."

"Marlene would you like to join us at Spencer's tomorrow afternoon? Laura and I always go there after my therapy session," I asked

"I'd love to. What time?" she asked

"6 o'clock."

After we finished eating, I cleared the plates to let them get back to work. I was really tired and said goodnight.

I went upstairs and called Laura and told her about my evening. She already knew about the bumper stickers, as she'd seen one driving home. She said not to worry about it. We talked for thirty minutes. Her confidence made me feel better.

 

Chapter One-Hundred-Eighty-Nine

I got up early on Tuesday. I wanted to see if there was anything new in the paper. There were three printed responses to the announcement of the Rev's rally. One was for our counter-rally by Marlene. She was calling it a "Rally for Equality and Tolerance." A second letter was also against the Rev and telling him to keep hate out of Golden Hill.

The third was from someone who felt that maybe the case should be looked at again. They listed several "facts" about the case, none of which were true. First they wrote that maybe Jason didn't know my true sexuality. Right, he just forgot that I was a contestant and that he and his mother both attacked me earlier in the fall. Next, they said that the jury hadn't considered all the facts in the case. Hey, idiot, he pleaded guilty! Their last "fact" was that Jason's lawyer didn't get a chance to fully cross-examine me. Oh, yes, Martin Turner was so easy on me and he only interrogated me a whole day! Nothing like building up a good rage at 6:45 in the morning!

I had to remember what Marlene said about keeping my cool. They wanted me to lose it and act irrational. Maybe Laura was right and I should call Tony the limo driver!

When we got to school, I saw the custodians scraping off some bumper stickers off the school sign. I saw that they were the 'Free Jason!' stickers. There was a very annoying juvenile pettiness about their tactics. I'd thought that people like that had better imaginations.

School was pretty normal most of the day. We did have our lunch meeting of the Fab Four. Lisa was worried about what was going on and seemed pretty depressed about our group getting publicity. I could see her point to a degree, but all she needed to say was that she was competing for a scholarship.

"You know, if the press asks you why you are still in, just say that the contest is like a reality TV show without the cameras," I quipped.

"Yes, and we don't have to eat something disgusting to win!" added Caroline.

"Are you forgetting about last Friday's lunch?" replied Denise.

We all laughed including Lisa.

"You know, I think that I can say that we aren't competing with each other anymore. It's clear that we'll all get a good deal if we last to graduation. So let's stick together, support each other, and get the scholarship together," suggested Denise.

"Sounds good to me," said Caroline.

"Denise is right. I'm not quitting, and I hope none of you do either," I added.

There was silence from Lisa.

"Come on, Lisa, you only have three weeks to go, you can do it," pleaded Denise

"I don't know. I'm really worried about being humiliated by this religious nut," remarked Lisa.

"You want to get back at him? Then get the scholarship," stated Caroline.

I stayed out of the discussion. I didn't want to influence her one way or the other.

'Erika what's your take?" asked Lisa.

"It's your choice, but you're so close to winning a full four-year scholarship. I want you to be happy, but I also agree with Caroline. Either way I'll support your decision. However, I'm the main target of these jerks."

"Aren't you worried that if I quit this Reverend will use that against you?" asked Lisa.

"To be honest? Yes, I am. But I don't want to see you suffer just to help me,"

"I'm not really suffering. I'd love to finish the contest. I'm just worried about my parents. I don't want them to be hurt," explained Lisa.

"Have you talked to them about this?" I asked.

Lisa looked back at me and shook her head no.

"Talk to Ms. B, maybe she can arrange a discussion between you and your parents," suggested Caroline. "She did that for me, and now I at least talk with my father."

I knew that Caroline was still estranged from her father, but at least she was allowed back in the house. She'd decided to stay with her aunt, but she does go over for dinner every now and then.

"Do you think she'd be able to help me?" asked Lisa.

"Absolutely," I replied

Listening to Lisa, I thought about the four of us. Caroline had found personal contentment but her family life was rocky, Lisa was filled with guilt, and my issues were well documented. It looked like Denise had the most stable year!

Ms. B came in late and she smiled knowingly at us. It was obvious that she'd been outside the room the whole time, but she had waited until we had our say.

She explained that there might be one more challenge left between now and graduation. Then she told us to report any harassment from the Rev or his group. She emphasized that there was a legal fund to handle situations just like this.

We left Ms. B alone with Lisa as we figured they needed to talk a little. From what I'd heard about Lisa's parents I doubted that they were worried by the Rev or about being embarrassed by Lisa being in the contest. Still, Lisa was the one who had to see that.

I hoped the rest of the day would go by quickly as I really wanted to talk to Jenny. It was not to be. I was called out of sixth period by one of the campus supervisors.

"Mrs. Lee needs to see you," he announced, and he escorted me, not to her office, but in the direction of my locker.

I was confused at first, until I saw the reason. Someone had covered my locker with "Free Jason" bumper stickers. Mrs. Lee was standing there with Mrs. Roberts and Officer Tom Bell.

"When were you last at your locker, Erika?" asked Mrs. Lee.

"Right after lunch, on my way to American Lit." I stared at the stickers and felt a growing rage.

"Mrs. Roberts saw this right after sixth period started. I'm sure someone would have reported it earlier. The reason Officer Bell is here is that this is more than just simple vandalism. It's an act of intimidation, and I will not tolerate that in MY school!" stated Mrs. Lee angrily.

I was so glad she was on my side!

"Mrs. Lee, do you have any suspects?" asked Tom.

"I believe Mrs. Roberts can identify the suspects," informed Mrs. Lee.

"Two boys ran by me before I came around the corner. I told then to walk. I just assumed they were late for class. I don't know their names, but I saw them run into room 203. I can identify them."

Tom Bell, Mrs. Roberts, and the campus supervisor left to go get them. I stood there with Mrs. Lee.

"We'll have this cleaned up soon, Erika," she explained

"I'm not worried about it. I'm angry that someone here did this," I answered. I was torn between anger and fear. What next?

We saw them returning with two boys. I didn't know them; judging by their size, I guessed that they were in 10^th grade.

"We found these in their backpacks," said Tom. He held a stack of the bumper stickers.

"Did you do this?" demanded Mrs. Lee.

"Yes… but it was just a joke, we didn't mean anything by it," confessed the first kid. He was trembling slightly.

"Some guy gave us each $50.00 to do this. It was just a joke," repeated the second kid.

They were starting to realize that it was more serious than just a joke.

"Can you describe the man who paid you?" asked Tom

"Yes, yes, we can," said the first kid, who looked like he was ready to start crying.

"You may go back to class Erika. Please stop by my office after sixth period," ordered Mrs. Lee.

I nodded and glared at the two boys as I turned around and walked back to class.

After school I went to Mrs. Lee's office. She said that the boys had given a good description of the man and his truck. Tom told me that it was close to my description of the truck from a few weeks ago. Both boys had been suspended for a week for violating school rules and had been told to write me an apology. Additionally, they had to give the money to Tom. They also had to clean the stickers off my locker. I felt that was a fair punishment.

"So, they aren't going to be charged with anything?" I asked Tom.

"No. If I arrested everyone who was greedy and stupid, our jails would be full. We scared them pretty good and they were both crying their eyes out. Their parents were really angry with them. I imagine they'll be grounded too. I doubt they'll do anything like this again. However, I'm looking forward to talking to the jerk that paid them."

"Jerk? Is that a legal term?" I asked with a smile.

"Yes, it's the term I use to describe someone I'd rather call nastier names when I'm around a juvenile, the daughter of the DA, or both," he replied with a big grin.

"They were suspended for violating the school honor code. I hope it sends a message to the rest of the school. I'll be making an announcement about it in the morning," added Mrs. Lee.

I left and Laura drove me over to Jenny's office.

 

Chapter One-Hundred-Ninety

"I can't imagine someone paying kids to do something like that. We're dealing with a real asshole," remarked Laura.

"I believe the legal term is 'jerk." I explained, and we both started to laugh.

Jenny and I had a longer session than normal. She seemed pleased that I wasn't trying to cope all by myself. I told her I was really afraid of a repeat of my earlier episodes.

"That's a normal fear. But you now know your limitations so I wouldn't worry. Just know that you can always call me if you need to. How are you doing with the hormones?"

"Well, I continue to check my growth," I said with a smile.

"That's nice, but what about your emotions?" asked Jenny.

I was silent for a moment. I'd felt some changes, but I'd figured that it was in my head. "I do find that I'm more emotional, or maybe the right term is that my emotions are looser. Does that make sense?" I asked.

"Yes, it does. It's perfectly normal and a part of the transition. Just be aware of it, especially with the added stress of the Rev and graduation. Don't let this new found emotional 'loosening' get you into trouble," she explained with a big smile.

When we finished up she asked me if I was going to Spencer's.

"Yes, we're meeting Marlene Hamilton there," I said.

"Well, I may see you there later on. If not, tell Marlene that I said hi."

I was going to ask some stupid questions, but I figured they were too personal and skipped them. I was beginning to wonder if Jenny knew everyone!

I had my usual. There are some things that need to be traditions and key lime pie and cappuccino at Spencer's was one of mine. Laura wasn't as strict; she had a slice of strawberry cheesecake and a cappuccino. Marlene had her own tradition cappuccino and a biscotti. .

We sat on the couch and talked. Marlene wasn't totally surprised by what had happened at school, but I could tell that she was pretty disgusted by the act.

"I think that paying a couple of kids to do your dirty work is more immoral than anything going on with the scholarship contest," remarked Marlene.

"What will it be like on Saturday?" I asked.

"That depends on them. It could become a rant against your being transgendered and against the scholarship program. These sorts of things often attract some real extremists. Don't be surprised if they end up protesting all sorts of things from gay marriages to abortion," explained Marlene.

"And this is all legal?" I asked.

"As long as they don't get disruptive or violent," stated Marlene.

"Do you think they'll try to disrupt our rally?" asked Laura.

"Well, they can try, but we'll be separated by the police and our own security. Additionally, we're pushing a positive message of inclusion. We'll try to make our rally a festival of equality and tolerance. Our goal is to ignore them and avoid any direct confrontation. If there are any problems, then they'll be the ones who start them." Marlene then pointed to a sign over on the bulletin board. "See, the word is already getting out about our rally!"

I looked over and saw the sign. There were several people looking at it.

"We'll have those signs up all over town by Saturday. I've arranged for several speakers to give speeches, including a local minister." The two of us just looked at her in stunned silence. "Don't look so surprised! I told you I am not anti-religion; I'm just against extremists, especially those who wrap themselves in scripture. I've contacted all the houses of worship and many are supportive, although only one is officially coming out on our side. The good thing is than none are supporting the Rev."

"Who else is speaking?" asked Laura. She'd finished her cheesecake and was eyeing my key lime pie.

"Well, we have several civic and business leaders, and also several contestants from previous years," stated Marlene.

I pushed my plate over to Laura, I really wasn't hungry at the moment. "Are these contestants also TS?" I asked.

"One is, the others aren't. The goal is to show how the program has been a positive experience in their lives." She then excused herself to go get another cup of cappuccino.

"So what do you think?" asked Laura, she'd quickly finished off the rest of the key lime pie.

"It looks good. I wish that this wasn't happening, but I guess there comes a time when you have to make a stand," I remarked.

Marlene returned and sat back down. "Lets talk about your speech. I think you should say a few words."

"If I say what's on my mind, you might need to censor me," I joked, cracking a slight smile.

"Well, that's the reason why I want to go over it with you. You should focus on thanking everyone for their support and not directly attack the other group. Try to stick to the highroad."

"Okay, but it would be more fun to go on a Dennis Miller-like rant on the Rev."

Marlene smiled and took a sip of her cappuccino. "I'm still trying to figure out how a small town like this has such a good coffeehouse. I'm also handling all press requests for interviews. A reporter for the local paper would like to talk to you."

"Do you trust him?" I asked.

"Well, I trust HER," said Marlene with a smile, "I'll be there the whole time. She doesn't seem the type to do a hatchet job on you. I've already talked to Sam and your mom and they say it's up to you."

"When would we do it?" I asked.

"Tomorrow after school," said Marlene.

"I have to help Coach Chambers after school, but I'll be free by 5:00. Is that okay?" I asked.

"Perfect, we can have dinner together," suggested Marlene.

Laura pointed out Coach Chambers and Jenny as they walked in. I waved to them and they waved back. Marlene looked over and smiled.

"You know them?" I asked, slightly surprised.

"Yes, I've known Jenny and Lori for years. We all met back in college," replied Marlene.

Jenny and Coach walked over and joined us. Marlene gave them each a big hug. They seemed really happy to see each other. They began to talk about old times. I excused myself and walked over to look at the poster. As I stood there, two women came up and joined me in reading the poster.

"I'm glad someone is standing up to that idiot, imagine picking on a defenseless high school girl," said the first.

"Do you consider the student a girl?" asked the second.

"Yes, why not?" replied the first.

"I thought he was just one of the contestants in that scholarship contest they sponsor over at Central High," said the second.

"SHE is a contestant, but she's also transsexual. I heard it from a friend whose sister goes to the school," said the first woman.

"So, it's not confirmed about him being TS, it could just be a rumor?" said the second.

"No, from what I heard the kid outed herself during a talk about her trial in front of a whole bunch of her classmates," said the first.

"Whoa! That's pretty brave. She sounds pretty cool," exclaimed the second.

"Thank you," I added. I just couldn't resist!

They both looked at me and were initially speechless. Then the first one broke out in a big smile. "Are you, Erika?"

"Yes, I am."

"Gee, I've seen you in here with your friend many times and I never knew or suspected. I'm so sorry about what I said earlier," said the second woman.

"No need to apologize, just tell your friends about the rally Saturday!"

"We wouldn't miss it, hope to see you there!" stated the first.

I said goodbye and rejoined my group.

"What was all that about?" asked Laura.

"Just educating the masses!" I smiled and told them what happened.

"That's the way I want you to act on Saturday," explained Marlene. I could see that she was proud of me.

We talked about the rally for another hour. Marlene said that she'd pick me up at my house tomorrow evening And Laura and I said goodbye while we got up to leave. As we started out, everyone in Spencer's stood up and applauded. I guessed those two women passed the word about who I was. Their display of support was emotionally striking. I tried to say thanks, but my words were frozen inside. I just smiled, waved, and walked out with Laura.

"That was something," said Laura.

I was holding it all back, and I didn't want to look like an idiot as we walked back to the car. I let it out once we were in the car. The tears of joy ran down my face. Laura smiled and hugged me. I had the feeling that we really were going to win now.

 

Chapter One-Hundred-Ninety-One

Sandra informed me that she'd be in town for the rally and that would be one of the people speaking.

"I thought you weren't an activist?" I said with a slight laugh.

"I'm not, but I also told you that I will stand up to injustice," she replied

I also told her about the initial incident with the two women in Spencer's.

"I was a little surprised that one was initially reluctant to accept me as a female."

"Well just because someone is gay or lesbian doesn't make them automatically understanding about transgendered issues. In fact, some in the LGB community don't like to be associated with us," explained Sandra.

"Why?" I asked.

"Some see us as gay men who can't accept that we're gay, so we change our gender to fit our sexuality. But for many it's just a lack of knowledge. Their main contact with transgendered people may have only been drag queens or performers. So they don't understand us. This rally could be a great stage for education for all people," explained Sandra.

Her comments were a real eye opener for me. I guess I'd been a little naïve about everyone in the LGBT community getting along.

"How do you feel about doing the interview?" asked Sandra. "Marlene e-mailed me about it."

"I'm nervous. I'm worried that they'll take what I say out of context."

"Well, that's always a risk, but I think that this will be a great opportunity for you. Just be yourself and be honest, and you can disarm much of the Rev's ammunition."

"I hope so. So when are you getting into town?

"Late Thursday evening. I'll be staying at my parent's house."

"We'll be at Spencer's Friday evening. Please come on by."

"Will you get an encore?" asked Sandra, laughing.

"So Marlene told you about that too? I have to admit that I was really moved by it."

"You should be. Well, Erika, I have to get going I'll see you later this week."

"Good night, and have a safe trip!"

 

Chapter One-Hundred-Ninety-Two

At breakfast Sam told me that we'd gotten a call last night from one of the parents of the boys who vandalized my locker. "He was very apologetic and also very angry at the person who'd talked his son into doing it."

"Can the police do anything?" I asked. I was at the toaster waiting for my bagel to pop out.

"They're looking into it."

"When will I get my car?" I asked. My bagel was out and very hot. I dropped in on the plate and blew on my fingertips.

"We'll get it Monday." Sam snickered at my momentary discomfort.

"Cool. Thanks again for everything, Dad!"

I sat down next to him and spread some cream cheese on my bagel. I looked outside; everything was so green.

"You're welcome, hon."

Mom came in and grabbed a cup of coffee. Sam smiled at me and whispered, "You're next!"

"Never!" I replied. I then took a long sip of tea and let out a sigh.

"So, you feel comfortable about the interview?" asked Mom.

"A little nervous –well, maybe a lot nervous."

"You want me there with you?" asked Mom.

"Yes I'd like that! Thank you," I answered. I didn't see the need for false bravery by pretending that I wanted to do all this by myself.

I looked in the editorial section and the letters were for the most part either supporting me or against the Rev. There was one that supported the Rev and argued that the town had become too liberal and called for the return of old fashioned values.

Thankfully, a few of the letters saw through the façade of the "Free Jason" movement and saw it was an attack on me for being transsexual. I didn't recognize the names of the writers, which in some ways made me happy. It was nice to know that strangers took the time to write in support of me!

School was fine on Wednesday. There was no repeat of the vandalism on Tuesday, and things were pretty normal. Many people were talking about the upcoming holiday weekend and the unofficial start of summer. I wished I could have been as preoccupied with trivial thoughts, like going on a vacation, choosing a swimsuit, etc. It truly was the calm before the storm.

Coach Chambers was focused on those who would be competing in the district track finals. This would be my last week of helping her. She took some time to let me know that she really appreciated my help. It had been fun and it had given me something to do as well as a sense of contributing to the team, even though I couldn't compete. My mind wasn't really on the track team that afternoon anyway, as I was thinking about the interview.

I rode home with Laura and we talked about the interview. "I wish you could be there!"

"Me too. Call me when you get home," stated Laura

"I will," I replied. We kissed and I went inside to change.

I selected a khaki skirt and a blue blouse, and of course sandals. I didn't put on a lot of makeup, as I wanted the reporter to see my scar. Marlene had copies of the photos from right after the attack., along with my testimony, and victim's statement.

I was sitting downstairs reading when Mom came in with Marlene. They'd both arrived at the same time. Mom went up to change and Marlene joined me in the kitchen.

"Cheer up, Erika, you look like you're going to a funeral," remarked Marlene.

"You sure this is the right thing to do?" I asked.

"Yes, a good interview can defuse an issue like this very quickly," she stated

"Okay. So, am I dressed properly? I've never been interviewed before."

"You look perfect!" I saw her look at my scar and nod in agreement.

Mom came down and we headed to the restaurant. Mom had suggested the diner near the courthouse, the same place where we'd eaten during the trial. It was really too up scale to be called a diner, but too normal to be called a bistro. I'm sure Mom selected it because I felt safe there. After all, many of the patrons were in law enforcement and the Rev would never dare set foot in there. Sam had told me that by virtue of the engagement, I was now seen as one of the greater law enforcement family and any threat against me would be taken rather personally.

 

Chapter One-Hundred-Ninety-Three

We arrived first and were given a booth way in the back. The reporter arrived a few minutes later. Cherri Olson looked very pleasant with blonde hair and blue eyes. I guessed she was in her late twenties.

After we all introduced ourselves, she wanted to know about the attack, the trial, my recovery and my participation in the scholarship program.

"Of course I'd also like to ask you a few questions about your being transsexual," she stated.

"Sounds good," I replied.

"I promise that I'm not out to sensationalize your story."

She set out a tape recorder, explaining that she primarily wanted the recording to ensure the accuracy of any quotes she used. She promised to supply us with a copy of the tape.

I then described the events leading up to the attack. She said that she'd been unaware that Jason had attacked me earlier at the football game. Then I described the attack in detail. I did as I'd done in the trial l and visualized the attack. It was very emotional, but she wanted the whole story.

I stopped and gave her a chance to ask questions. She just sat there staring at me. "I had no idea that the attack was that brutal!"

"Here's a copy of the police report, with photos," interrupted Marlene, handing her a folder. "The photos are not for publication."

She opened it up and gasped silently when she saw the photos. She looked up at me and compared the photo to what I looked like today.

"Erica's going to have plastic surgery next month on the scar and her nose," added Marlene.

I then talked about my counseling, the trial, and my issues with post traumatic stress. I didn't leave out a thing. I could tell that Cherri was caught off guard by what I had been through.

"I'm still in counseling, by the way," I reiterated.

"How do you feel about Jason today?" asked Cherri.

"I hate what he did to me, and I'm happy he's in jail. I don't know if I really hate him personally, at times I still feel a lot of rage towards him. I can say that I have not forgiven him. I don't know if I ever will."

"I need to ask you now about your gender."

I spent another hour going over that part of my life and my progress. She interrupted several times for questions. It was obvious she had done some research on transsexualism, letting me know she was pleased that the scholarship program hadn't pushed me into anything, but had counseling resources available for assistance.

We finished a little after ten. I felt very good about the way I'd responded and I could see that Marlene was pleased. Mom had brought some copies of pictures of me that year, including one from homecoming. She didn't bring one of me as Eric.

"Do you have any questions or comments for me?" asked Cherri.

"It's more of a request. Please don't refer to me as boy dressed as a girl or use male pronouns. I'm a transsexual, and since I'm transitioning, I'd prefer that you use female pronouns when you write about me," I requested. "Also, as my English teacher has drilled into all of us this year, pronouns refer to perceived gender, not to sex."

"That's fair. I just want to say that I didn't know what to expect this evening when I came here. I guess I thought I'd see a boy in a dress. I was mistaken,; you're a lovely young woman, Erika, and I wish you the best in your journey towards becoming whole."

She told us that the article would be in Friday's paper and she'd e-mail us a copy as soon as she was done. Marlene gave her some more documents from the trial.

"Well, if you'll excuse me, I need to get started on this story. It's been a pleasure meeting all of you, and especially you, Erika," stated Cherri.

We said goodbye and watched her leave. I looked over at Marlene. "How did I do?"

"I think you really wowed her I'm very pleased and I think she'll write a very supportive article."

"I was definitely wowed," added Mom.

I was mentally exhausted by the interview, and I was happy to get home and go to bed. I did call Laura and Cat and told them that it had gone well with a promise to tell them more in the morning.

 

Chapter One-Hundred-Ninety-Four

When I got home from school on Thursday, I found a copy of the article in my e-mail. I read through it and was very pleased. It was a very sympathetic view of everything I'd been through and disputed virtually every point the Rev and his group had raised. She even got the pronouns right! I emailed her back and thanked her and asked if she'd send me an autographed copy of the published article.

I jump ahead to Friday now. I got up early and found that Cherri's article about me was on the first page of the local section. It was virtually identical to the copy that Cherri had sent me. There's something pretty cool about seeing your name in the paper – at least when you're treated fairly and favorably.

There was also an article with an interview with the Rev about his reasons for the rally. He stated that he was just interested in justice and he wanted Jason to get a new trial. The Rev said that he thought the defense lawyer had done a poor job in cross-examining me and the other witnesses. He claimed that there were witnesses that could place Jason and I together many times. However, he didn't say who they were. He also went into a rant about my deceiving Jason about my true gender and that only when Jason though he might get AIDS from me did he get violent. That was a new approach!

The Rev went on saying that Jason was the real victim. He then went on a rant about how the school was transforming males into girls for immoral reasons and that the school needed a change in leadership. The reporter asked what he meant by that and he said that all you had to do was look at the principal to see why things were so bad at the school. He stated that the school needed a man in charge and not a minority woman. He went on to describe how the contest had damaged the very moral fiber of normal society in town. It went on and on. He was a very disturbing person. I wished that his followers could see that.

"So, anything good in the paper?" asked Sam.

I had been so intent in my reading that I'd never heard him come downstairs.

"I used to think that the Rev was just a little nuts, but after reading his interview he is downright disturbing," I said, as I handed the article to Sam. There was also a photo of the Rev next to the article. "He even looks like a wacko."

Sam stood there and began to read the article. "Yes, this is very interesting. Are you done with it?" he asked.

"Sure, I'll get another copy on the way to school."

I watched as Sam read the article and looked at the picture very intently. I had seen him do this only when he was working on a case. "What's up?" I asked.

"I need to check something out," he stated. He immediately got up and put the article in his briefcase and gave me a hug. "Tell Jill I had to go in early. See you later."

I watched Sam leave and drive off to his office. Mom came down a few minutes later and I told her about Sam's behavior. "Well, I'm sure he'll tell us about it later. So was your article good?" she asked.

"The article was really good. However, they used my class photo and one from right after the trial. I'd have preferred that they used my homecoming photo."

"I can't wait to read it. I guess I'll have to stop and buy a few copies on the way to work."

I wondered what had caused Sam to run off so early. I finished getting ready for school. I knew that the next twenty-four hours would be very eventful.

 

Chapter One-Hundred-Ninety-Five

At least my drive to school was normal. I rode to school with Cat and Laura. We did make one deviation and stopped to get some copies of the paper. The guy at the counter of the store said that he'd never seen so many kids buy the paper before. I bought three copies just for myself.

We arrived at school and parked in our usual area. I grabbed the local section from one of the papers and left the rest. Cat and Laura each had their own copies.

"I can't believe he declared war on Mrs. Lee! He has no idea what he is doing!" stated Laura.

"I can't believe this guy gave such a bad interview. For a guy who craves media attention, he's certainly very inept around the press," added Cat.

"True, but maybe his crowd doesn't read the paper anyway," I added.

"Maybe they can't even read," joked Laura.

I looked ahead and saw many people wearing what looked like buttons in the school's colors. The background was silver and the lettering was red. Some had the circle with the line across over the word hate, others had it over bigotry. But the ones that really caught my eye just had the two capital letters EW on them. I turned around and saw Cat and Laura had put them on while I was walking ahead of them.

I stood there and smiled at them. "So, who organized this?"

"We had a little meeting this week. Paul suggested the idea for buttons and Rachael came up with using your initials, like she and the football team did. Kristen suggested the others with the no sign over the words. I'd like to take credit for organizing the meeting, but it was a popular uprising and it really didn't need someone to organize it," stated Laura.

"She's lying, Erika. Laura began calling around to everyone Sunday evening after she found out about the Rev's rally," confessed Cat. Laura gave her a dirty look and Cat responded by sticking out her tongue at Laura.

"Well, I'm very grateful." I gave them both a big hug, "So, do I get one?"

"Here," said Cat; she handed me a no hate button. I attached it to the front of my dress.

"Thank you very much!" I wore it like a medal.

It was pretty cool walking in and seeing so many students wearing the buttons. "They're all wearing them voluntarily? The football team didn't threaten or anything?" I asked jokingly.

"That depends on your definition of the term threaten!" quipped Cat. "It's all their decision to wear them."

When we got into homeroom I went up and hugged Paul. He initially acted as if he didn't know what I was talking about.

"Sorry, Paul, you were informed on. I truly appreciate your support." I gave him a big hug.

"That's what friends are for," he said. "Besides, I need to work on being an activist if I'm going to be a journalism major!"

The rally was fast becoming the main topic in our class. The articles were also a big topic. I got a lot of positive feedback from my friends and from a lot of other students. A few had me sign my name next to the article.

The interesting thing was the reaction of the juniors and sophomores, many of them offered their support to me. I guess they saw this as an attack on the school and the town, and therefore as an attack on themselves. Whatever the reasons I was pleased to have so much support.

We talked about this at lunch. Kristen agreed that the Rev's attacks had become very personal to many students.

"For many students this isn't either an anti-transsexual issue or an anti-gay issue, it's an attack on our town and school. I think his article will drive even more people into our camp," explained Kristen.

"Good point. By the way thank you for your support," I pointed to her button.

She just smiled and shrugged her shoulders. "You wouldn't believe the rejected ideas we had. Alex suggested that everyone crossdress today. We might have done that if we'd had more time to organize it!" smiled Kristen. "I'd have loved to have seen Alex in a skirt."

We all started laughing. It felt good to be joking with friends.

"You know maybe the town could make this an annual event?" suggested Tracey. "An diversity/ equality/tolerance festival would be a nice legacy of this event."

Everyone just sat there and thought about Tracey's idea. It was a grand idea.

"I'll write up a petition and we can have people sign it at the rally tomorrow," volunteered Cat. "I'll get Ms. B's input too."

I thought about Mrs. Fuller, the woman from the scholarship committee, and her comments that our class was being the one that began to achieve the goals set by its founder. Maybe this was part of what she'd meant - that the school and the town have rallied to protect their values of equality and diversity. I hoped that this incident would only strengthen the scholarship program.

 

Chapter One-Hundred-Ninety-Six

The rest of school blew by and soon we were dismissed. We went back to my house and checked in with Marlene.

"I may be a little delayed getting to the coffeehouse tonight, someone slashed all my tires this afternoon. They also vandalized my Darwin fish! As Bugs Bunny often said 'Of course you realize that this means war!'" she quipped

I laughed at her joke and I felt slightly sorry for the person who'd made Marlene's enemy list. "Did anyone see who did it?" I asked.

"No, it happened while I was in a meeting organizing the rally. I should have the new tires installed soon. Thankfully, my organization insures my rolling office for such an emergency. By the way, your article is getting many compliments, especially compared to the Rev's interview."

"I appreciate the compliments, but a kid in kindergarten could give a better interview than the Rev did. Is he really that dumb or is he crazy like a fox?"

"I'm not sure. I haven't met him personally. But judging by his actions, I'd say that he isn't very intelligent. The really strange thing is that no one seems to know this guy. I've called all around the country, and it's like he just appeared out of nowhere. Well, I'll be there sometime this afternoon."

"Sounds great and sorry about your Darwin fish!"

"It wasn't the first one I've lost, and it won't be the last."

I hung up and could tell that Cat and Laura were a little confused about what I'd been talking to Marlene about. I explained what had happened.

Cat shook her head. "I have to give the Rev credit, he and his group must certainly feel very confident by the fact that they're declaring war on so many people at once."

"Yes but it does make him more dangerous, he might resort to something really violent. So you want to join us at Spencer's?"

"Sure sounds great," said Cat. "I'd love to hang out with the target!"

Bad humor again broke the tension.

We walked around the campus area before we went into Spencer's. We saw many signs up for the rally. There were a few 'Free Jason' stickers on some of the signs. Some of these were in turn vandalized, and a few had graffiti written on them. The funniest one said "Free Jason with every 8 gallons of gas!"

 

Chapter One-Hundred-Ninety-Seven

As we reached Spencer's we saw Marlene getting out of a cab. "Hi, girls," she greeted us.

"Your car still being fixed?" I asked.

"They only had three replacement tires, so it's in the shop tonight. Just as well, since it's probably safer there. I also just got a call from Sandra and she said that she can't make it tonight, but she'll see you in the morning."

"How do you know Sandra?" I asked.

"Nancy Bell had her call me. I've talked to her many times, and she's also one of the speakers tomorrow," replied Marlene. "I'm very impressed with her."

We walked in and ordered our coffee and goodies. I went for the key lime pie, Cat had raspberry cheesecake, and Laura had the cherry cheesecake. Marlene just shook her head at us and ordered biscotti.

"How can you eat those really sweet desserts?" asked Marlene.

"Lots of running," I replied.

"Aerobics and yoga," Cat smiled.

"High metabolism," laughed Laura.

"Enjoy it while you can. By the way, I like the buttons, whose idea was that?"

"It was a group effort," admitted Cat. "Would you like some?"

Marlene nodded and Cat passed her a couple.

"Cat is also working on a petition to turn this rally into an annual diversity/equality/tolerance festival," announced Laura.

"That's a wonderful idea. You know that I have seen such good come out these sort of things," exclaimed Marlene. "Oh, you'll find this interesting. While I haven't found out a lot about the Rev's past, I have found that he and his group have been very active raising money around here. Although their fundraising tactics sound a little like mob strong-arm tactics. They often threaten to protest in front of stores unless they get their donation."

"Has anyone called the police on them yet?" I asked.

"No. They just don't want to be 'bothered," explained Marlene, emphasizing bothered with her fingers.

"This is getting stranger all the time," added Cat

I gave Marlene a copy of the short speech that I planned to give to at the festival. As she read it, I watched her reaction.

"This is good. I'm glad you are sticking with the positive aspects of our gathering tomorrow and not using it as an attack on the Rev," complimented Marlene.

"So what's the schedule for tomorrow?" I asked

Marlene went over the schedule of speakers. She wanted to keep the speeches light, short, and positive. "Let the Rev's group rant and rave, we'll benefit by contrast to them. I also want people to have a chance to talk and meet each other," said Marlene

"Will there be a stage or something like that?" asked Cat

"Yes, we have one being assembled right now in our section of the park. We'll also have two security guards there to protect it overnight," stated Marlene

"Is that really necessary?" asked Laura.

"Unfortunately, yes. If we leave it alone it's too tempting a target for vandalism," explained Marlene.

"This whole thing sounds pretty expensive," noted Cat.

"Yes, it is, but we're getting some things donated and the scholarship defense fund is contributing a lot. Fighting injustice isn't cheap. We've also received a few private donations from anonymous donors. We save money by keeping our salaries low!" she quipped.

I wondered if Mrs. Lincoln was one of the anonymous donors. It seemed like something she would do.

I went up to get a refill of my cappuccino. The guy behind the counter asked me about my button and whether it was connected to the rally downtown tomorrow.

"Yes, it is. You want one?" I asked

"Sure, if you've got a bunch, you can put them in this bowl and I'll set it next to the tip jar," he offered.

I waved to Cat and she brought up the bag of buttons that Paul had given her. He put one of the EW buttons on his shirt.

"Thanks, so are you girls involved in the rally?" he asked.

"You could say that," replied Cat.

"Well, I'll be there tomorrow. I think it's great to see high school kids getting involved in social issues," he stated.

We walked back to the couch. Marlene smiled. "Let me know the cost for those buttons. My group will pay for them. I wish I'd known you were making them; we could have made a lot more."

Marlene asked if we could give her a ride back to her hotel. As we walked out, we saw many patrons wearing the buttons.

"So, will you need a ride to the rally in the morning?" asked Laura.

"No, some coworkers are arriving tonight, and I'll ride over with them. I'd like you there by 9:00 tomorrow, Erika. The rally won't start until noon, but I have some things I want to go over with you."

"So what should I wear tomorrow? I've never been to a rally like this before," I asked.

"Be yourself, dress for comfort, but don't give anyone reason to doubt you're a woman either," suggested Marlene.

 

Chapter One-Hundred-Ninety-Eight

We dropped her off at the hotel and then headed over to Laura's house.

Laura's cell phone rang and she answered it. The call was from Kristen, and she was calling to tell us that Alex's family was throwing a big party at their house on Monday and she wanted us to invite our families too. Kristen figured if she got one of us, she'd get the other two Musketeers!

"So we're the Three Musketeers now?" I asked, with a laugh.

"I kind of like it," replied Cat.

"Photo time!" announced Laura. She was standing there with her digital camera.

Cat turned to me and smiled. "I think she just likes looking at your boobs."

"That's part of it, but I want to keep up the documentation of growth," stated Laura.

I was taking off my top and bra. "You make it sound like you're recording the building of a national monument."

"Plural, monuments; there are two of them," corrected Cat.

I threw my t-shirt at her.

"I think you've had a growth spurt," noted Laura.

"You think so?" I asked looking down at them.

"Absolutely," added Laura.

They were getting bigger. They were now noticeable and my nipples were getting more sensitive all the time.

"If they keep growing like that, you can get rid of those boob pads soon," stated Laura.

She downloaded the photo from the camera and compared it to the first one. There was definitely a change. I was pretty excited about it.

I got dressed and we sat and talked about the rally in the morning.

"So, how are you going down there tomorrow?" asked Laura.

"Sam is taking me there, you want to ride down with us?" I asked.

Both Cat and Laura said yes, and I made sure they knew to be at my house early. I looked at the clock and saw that it was almost 10:30.

"I've got an idea. Let's go get some coffee and doughnuts and take them down to the security guards at the park!" I suggested.

"That sounds like fun, then we can see the stage too," agreed Laura.

We stopped at a 24-hour doughnut shop near the park. We bought a dozen doughnuts and got two large coffees, along with several sugar bags and creamer containers. Once at the park, we saw the stage with a small camper parked next to it. There was one uniformed security guard walking the perimeter. The other one must have been in the camper.

We got out and walked towards the security guard. He looked at us with suspicion until he recognized Laura.

"Laura, what are you doing out this late? Don't tell me you're involved with the rally?" he asked with a big smile on his face. He was a big man and looked to be in his early twenties.

Laura nodded yes. "We brought you guys a treat." Laura showing him the box. Of course the box was pink, being that is the international color for doughnut boxes, "These are my friends, Cat and Erika."

"Hi, I'm Laura's cousin Dave." He took the box and opened it up, "Hmmmm… doughnuts!" in his best Homer Simpson voice.

We all laughed. He picked up his radio and called his partner. Cat then handed him the coffee.

"This is an unexpected treat, so are you all involved in this event?"

"Yes in fact, Erika here, is the guest of honor tomorrow," stated Laura.

"Of course! I thought you looked familiar, I read the article in the paper today. I want to wish you good luck tomorrow. So you are friends with Laura?"

"Yes you could say that," I said. I cracked a sly smile. Laura then put her arm around my waist.

He looked at the two of us and smiled. "You two make a nice couple! I take it the folks are doing better with accepting you?"

"Much better, thanks," replied Laura.

The other guard came up and gladly accepted the coffee. His name was Bernie.

"Thanks a lot! We don't get relieved until two," Bernie thanked us. He reached into the box for a doughnut.

We didn't want to bother them too long, so we said goodbye and left.

"So, tell us about Dave," I asked.

"He goes to Dewey and is a communication major. I knew he worked security part-time, but I didn't expect to see him here," stated Laura.

"Obviously, he knows you're a lesbian; when did you tell him?" I asked.

"We've always been close, and he was my role model as he came out to his family when he graduated high school. I was impressed by the way he handled everything. He was the first person I told," Laura reminisced.

I could sense that he meant a lot to her.

"Well, I know that the stage will be well guarded tonight," I stated confidently.

Chapter One-Hundred-Ninety-Nine

I had a restless sleep, more out of excitement than fear, although I was somewhat anxious. I thought about how much my life had changed in the past year. A year ago, I'd been stressing out about moving to some little town in Pennsylvania, and now I was living fulltime as a girl and was about to take on a religious wacko.

I did manage some sleep, but I was up at 5:30. I decided I needed a run and I changed into my shorts, sports bra, t-shirt and shoes. I was doing my stretches when I heard a knocking at my door.

"I'm up, come on in!" I was sitting on the floor stretching out my legs.

Sam popped his head inside. "Good, I was hoping you'd be up early. I thought you'd be going for a run. You want some company?"

"Sure. You think you can keep up?" I said with a laugh. Actually, I knew that Sam was in pretty good shape. Mom said that he often went for runs during his lunch break.

"I'll try," he replied.

We started out and headed towards the school. We kept a nice pace so we could talk.

"How're you feeling about today?" he asked.

"Not too bad. I'll be glad when it's over though."

"It'll be over today." There was a sense of finality in his voice.

I knew something was up, but I also knew he wouldn't be telling me right now. We continued on our pace. It was warm and pleasant. There were a few other runners out that morning, including a few with their dogs.

We made the turn and headed down the long road that headed out of town.

"So how long is this route?" asked Sam.

"Only six miles," I answered. I looked over and saw that he was barely breathing hard.

"Oh, okay. Nothing too hard then."

"You really think that it will be over today?" I asked.

"Yes, I do." He turned and smiled at me.

So much for getting him to give out any information; I guessed I'd have to wait until later to know what he was working on.

We made the turn back towards our neighborhood. As we passed the wooded area, there were several does and fawns on the edge of the woods. I pointed them out to Sam.

"Look, it's Bambi!"

"Venison," he answered.

I punched him in the arm for that comment. "So do you hunt?" I asked.

"No. I've had plenty of offers to go since I moved here, but it's never interested me. I like venison, but I don't see the fun in freezing my butt off in a deer stand all day to get some. Besides, I get plenty of venison from friends. I'll make you some Bambi chili this fall."

"You're awful." I was really enjoying this run.

We made our way down our street and reached our driveway. We were both sweaty and feeling very good. As I did my cool down period, I walked around the yard. I noticed something on the side of the house. I walked over and saw a big bush in a pot. Sam walked up and told me that Mom had picked it up yesterday and wanted to plant it in the spot where Jason attacked me.

"So when will we plant it?" I asked.

"How 'bout Monday morning?" said Sam.

"Sounds good. By the way, you and Mom are invited over to a party Monday." I went on to tell him about Alex's parents' invitation.

"That sounds like fun. I've met Alex's father a few times, always seemed like a nice guy," noted Sam.

I went in to shower and change. Mom was up and reading the paper in the kitchen. I yelled good morning to her on my way up the stairs. I took a nice long hot shower. The sensation of the water felt very good on my nipples and that made the shower last even longer.

I decided to wear a long, dark green cotton skirt, a lighter green sleeveless top and my sandals. I just knew I looked pretty! Mom made scrambled eggs for breakfast which really hit the spot.

I looked in the paper and saw that they already had responses to the articles in yesterday's paper. They were all e-mail responses. The comments about my article were mostly favorable. A few felt I was too young to transition. One person thought that I should have been required to get more counseling before being allowed to transition, but that was the closest thing to a negative comment.

The same couldn't be said for the Rev's interview. The negative ones accused him of being a homophobe. Another attacked him for his comments about Mrs. Lee. The author felt he was making a racist/sexist attack on her. A few others thought he was just plain nuts.

However, he did have his supporters. One blessed him for having the strength to tell the truth. Another called for an investigation of the school and recommended appealing Jason's case to the Supreme Court. I seriously doubted that these people would listen to a logical discussion.

I then noticed a rebuttal to Tuesday's letter concerning the trial. The letter refuted each point that the writer had made. They even included quotes from the trial. I then saw who wrote it – Cat and Laura. There was a note from the editor stating that the letter was signed by what appeared to be the entire senior class of Central High. I immediately felt my eyes tearing up.

Soon it was time to head over to the rally. Cat and Laura arrived and joined us in the car. I hugged and thanked them for the letter.

As we headed towards the park, I had the same feeling that I experienced just before a cross-country meet.

 

Chapter Two-Hundred

Marlene met us at the park. Sam took the car and drove it into the secure parking area behind the stage. A security guard directed us to a parking spot. The stage was all decorated with streamers and balloons. I looked down the street and could see the opposition. In some ways this was like those old Civil War battles as we were close enough to hear and see the enemy forces preparing.

Once Sam joined us, Marlene gave us a tour of the site. There was fence running up from the river to the road to keep us separated. I also noticed a lot of police around. Behind the stage was an RV that would act as our headquarters. As we walked around we could hear them testing the PA system. In front of the stage was a gentle hill. The stage was set up perfectly to take advantage of this natural amphitheater. At the top of the hill was an area set up with the porta-potties and a first aid station. I was also surprised to see vendors setting up food and drink trailers. I asked Marlene about them.

"Actually, they showed up on their own. But I don't mind as it makes it seem even more like a festival. Besides, we're only allowing food and drink sales," said Marlene.

"Are there any down at the Rev's camp?" I asked.

"He wouldn't allow it, as it would compete with his group. Apparently his followers sell food and drink to the crowds and the Rev keeps the revenue," informed Marlene.

We walked back to the stage area. In addition to the RV, there was an area behind the stage with chairs and tables. Marlene wanted to go over the schedule of events with all the speakers. She hoped that most of the speakers would be here soon. I looked over the list and it was impressive. Marlene was the mistress of ceremonies and she would introduce the speakers. The mayor was going to open up the event, followed by Mrs. Lee, the president of Dewey College, and then a local minister. After he spoke there would be several speakers talking about how the scholarship program had had a positive effect on their lives. These included previous contestants including Sandra. Then there would be a few more civic and business leaders. I would be the last speaker. Marlene wanted to keep it moving quickly and avoid dead time. Additionally, she insisted that the speeches stay short.

She said that she'd also coordinate any interview requests. Marlene had sent out a press release and she expected us to get some TV coverage. I was very impressed by Marlene's organization. They seemed to have everything covered. She even had someone watching the Rev's group and giving us updates on what they were doing.

Around 11:00 people began to arrive. Some brought blankets and spread them out on the grass. I watched from the stage. I saw many friends from school and I waved to them. To keep the atmosphere in a festive mood, the sound engineer put some music on the PA system. Looking out from the stage, it looked more like a concert crowd than a social rally. There were even some beach balls bouncing through the people on the lawn.

"So, what do you think?" asked Marlene.

"I wasn't sure that anyone would show up. What sort of crowd is the Rev getting?" I asked

"The last word I got, he had around 50 people there," said Marlene, "His rally is due to start at noon, just like ours, so he still has around 45 minutes to get a bigger crowd."

"What do you think our numbers are?" I asked.

"I'd estimate almost 800 right now, but I expect that to at least double before we start. It's hard to say, being this is a holiday weekend.

"Wow!" I exclaimed. "Just in case I forget later on, I want to thank you for everything you've done for me."

"You're welcome. It's been great working with you," she smiled.

We walked back to the rest area and sat down. I looked over my speech and prayed that I wouldn't mess it up!

 

Chapter Two-Hundred-One

By the time the event was ready to start, Marlene guessed that the crowd was almost 1,500 people. She told me that maybe 200 people were down at the Rev's group, and many of them were there out of curiosity.

Marlene went up on the stage and welcomed everyone to the rally. She thanked them all for taking time out of their busy weekend to come down and show that hate and intolerance have no place in Golden Hill. She was getting a good response from the crowd. She then introduced the mayor and he started his little speech. I really didn't pay that much attention to his speech, as I was distracted by Sam's actions. He was talking to Officer Tom Bell and two men in suits. I had no idea who they were, but they really looked out of place. Sam then got in the police car with Tom and the two guys in the suits and they drove away. They were followed by two more squad cars. The mystery deepened!

Mrs. Lee was up next, and she spoke on all the good things that happened at Central High and how the scholarship program was part of it. She gave quite a passionate speech and asked the community to continue to support the school and the program.

The minister who spoke said that while we don't have to agree with everyone's ideas, we do need to be tolerant of differences. He said that hate and intimidation were not family values. He also vented a bit on hate mongers who wrap themselves falsely around the bible to get followers. That got a lot of applause and cheering.

Sandra led a group of previous contestants up on stage. She talked about how the program had given her a chance to come out and live the life she was meant to. The other three were all guys who had won the scholarship in previous years. All were regular heterosexual guys. Two were married and one was in the military. They all talked about how the program taught them tolerance, acceptance, and an ability to look at things from more than one view. Additionally, they said that without the scholarship they wouldn't have gone to college. They all got lots of applause.

The next group up were the business leaders. I was caught slightly off guard by seeing Mrs. Lincoln lead them up onto the stage. I hadn't seen her name on the list, and to be honest, I didn't even see her arrive. She gave a very eloquent speech on how the town had changed for the better in the past eighteen years. She went on to say that it would be ridiculous for us to step backward just because of a few bigots and fanatics. The cheering was very loud after her speech. The next person had to wait until it was quiet enough to start talking again. I was very proud of her and I went over and gave her a big hug.

"Thank you so much."

"You are quite welcome, my dear. The nerve of that man coming in here and harassing one of my girls."

I was about to walk back up on stage when I heard police sirens in the direction of the Rev's rally. I looked over that way, but couldn't make out what was happening. I sat down behind the stage and waited for my turn to speak. Mom came over and sat next to me.

"Where did Sam go?" I asked.

"He said he had some urgent business to attend to," explained Mom. "I have no idea either!"

"Who were those two guys in the suits?" I asked.

"No idea, but Sam seemed to be expecting them," answered Mom.

I took a drink from my water bottle. I looked around, but didn't see Cat or Laura.

"If you're looking for your friends, they're working the crowd collecting signatures for their petition to make this an annual event. I think Terri and several more of your friends are helping them," explained Mom.

I got a bit choked up thinking about what good friends I had here. I looked up at the stage and saw Marlene waving me up. I got up and Mom gave me a hug and I walked up to the stage. The steps suddenly looked like mountains, but I was able to make it up them. I stood next to Marlene as the last speaker finished up her speech.

When she was done, Marlene went up to the microphone and made a short introduction. I tried to act calm as I walked out to meet Marlene. I was blown away by the applause and cheering that greeted me. It was very heartwarming as I felt their support. I had to wait until they calmed down before I began to talk.

"I want to thank all of you for coming out here today. It means so much to see so many people out here to stand up against hate. It's very frightening to know that you have been singled out for harassment for something beyond your control. So I really appreciate that you could see through that lies of this small group of misguided people who have selected me as the focal point for their intolerance. We all know that this gathering has nothing to do with the assault on me or the trial of my attacker. It's all about tolerance, acceptance, and equality for everyone."

I paused for a second and caught my breath. I waited until the clapping stopped.

"Thanks to the trial and the events of the past few weeks, my life has been made very public, so there is no need for me to tell you my story. Yes, I am a transsexual. No, the scholarship program didn't convert me, I was born this way."

I had to pause again due to clapping.

"I am not doing this to make a point or to shock anyone; all I want to do is to feel whole and complete. Gender is something that most of us just accept as a given; that if a person is born in one gender then that's the way they should live their life. But as you can see, it isn't always so simple. However, I really do appreciate that you all came out and are here today to support the school, the town, and me… even if you do not agree with my personal decision to transition."

I took a drink of water and continued.

"I think that we can get along even if we don't agree about everything. I think that the very fact that we have so many people here today proves that. Thank you all, and have a wonderful day!"

I felt Marlene's hand on my shoulder and we stood there as people clapped and cheered. I looked around and waved to friends in the crowd. I glanced over at the side of the stage and saw Sam being talked to by a TV reporter.

I was about to walk off the stage, but Marlene asked me to stay with her. When the noise decreased, Marlene made one last announcement. Actually it was more like a request.

"There are petitions going around the crowds to make this an annual event. Imagine a yearly festival to celebrate diversity in the individual and to show that society doesn't just survive diversity but thrives and grows! So please sign them," she asked. "Before you leave, take the time to talk to the people around you. Look around and try to meet at least one or two new people. You need to take the ideals of this rally and apply them to your everyday lives. Thank you all again, and have a great weekend."

 

Chapter Two-Hundred-Two

With that, the official part of the rally was over. We watched as people began to greet each other and talk. We walked off the stage and I was immediately met by Mom who gave me a long hug. That was just the first of many hugs and kisses from friends. Laura threw in a long kiss too! Marlene told me that there were several interviews set up for me. I guessed this was my fifteen minutes of fame and willingly became a media star!

During the last interview, the TV reporter asked me what I thought about the arrest of the Rev. I was shocked and said that I knew nothing about that. The camera was turned off and the reporter told me that the FBI had just arrested the Rev on several outstanding warrants. I was stunned and couldn't help but smile about it.

After she left, I was able to track down Sam. I walked over and he gave me a huge hug.

"So, can you tell me now what happened?" I asked.

"First off, you were wonderful up there, I'm so proud of you," beamed Sam. "When I saw the photo of him and read the article, something in my mind clicked. I went in and check the computers. There was something familiar about him from when I was on the Philly PD."

"What did he do?" I asked.

"He was into armed robbery then. I never arrested him, but I remembered his case. He moved away from that kind of crime and he was wanted for a variety of scams and financial fraud. He was wanted in six different states. I figured the Feds would want him first, as he had also violated several federal laws," Sam explained.

"So, everything he did was all a scam?" I asked.

"No, he really is a religious nut; he got his mail-order divinity degree during his first stay in prison. Since then, he has used it as part of his criminal activities. He felt that he was doing God's work by robbing and stealing from people. His interview answers are what really tipped me off. I remember the other guys talking about his rants during his trial and something sounded familiar. Several of his followers also had outstanding warrants for a variety of offenses. They're sitting in our jail awaiting their rides," continued Sam

"Okay, why would a wanted felon seek publicity? It doesn't make sense!"

"The man has a huge ego. I think he thought that we were a small town, far from any big media center, and that no one would know who he was. He was wrong," said Sam with a big smile on his face.

I could see a sense of satisfaction on his face.

"You miss it, don't you?" I asked.

"You mean making arrests? Yes, I do a little. I love being a prosecutor and putting them away, but there is a certain sense of accomplishment when you arrest someone like the Rev," explained Sam.

"Thank you again, Dad!" I exclaimed. We hugged again, and then I went out in the crowd with Cat and Laura.

Cat showed me a big stack of petitions - all signed. We saw Ms. B and we handed them to her. I was zoning out about then and was kinda in a fog, so details are pretty fuzzy. I was just so relieved that it was over and I could relax for now. The stress of the past few weeks had blown away.

We stayed around the park for a couple of hours. It was nice just talking to people and being outside on a beautiful day. I ran into several people from Spencer's. They all said that it was a great event. I lost track of everyone I saw there that day. I was pleasantly surprised to see Dana there. I hadn't seen her in months. She seemed much more relaxed and less angry than before. I hoped she had turned her life around.

Cat, Laura, and I headed back to the stage area. Mom and Terri were talking to Jenny and Coach Chambers. Sam and Marlene were drinking beer and sitting on the back on the stage. Ms. B came up and joined them. It's a bit strange seeing your teachers socialize and drink with your parents. Still, there was a feeling of celebration in the air. I grabbed a diet cola and sat down next to Sam. Laura came up and joined me. She put her arm around my waist. Cat grabbed a bottle of water and stood in front of Sam. She was very interested in the arrest of the Rev, and Sam was more than happy to tell her about it.

The area soon became a magnet for my friends. Paul and Caroline soon showed up, as did Alex and Kristen. Mike and Tracey showed up a few minutes later. I was pleased to see Mel and Cliff come over. Mel came over to me and held out her hand and showed me her engagement ring.

I jumped off the stage and hugged her and then I gave Cliff a big hug, "Congratulations! I'm so happy for you!" I exclaimed.

"He proposed last night. We may be engaged for a while, as we both want to wait until after we graduate next year, but at least it's official now!" explained Mel.

I introduced them to everyone. After they walked away, Mom asked me where I knew Mel's fiancé. "He's the one I punched in the nose at the mall," I answered with a laugh.

Coach looked at me. "I'd like to hear that story."

So I told them about Cliff and his "joke" in the hallway. I also told them that he was one of the people who'd helped me when I had my collapse.

It was that sort of afternoon. It was a time to relax and sit around and tell stories. Our little gathering slowly grew. Kristen's parents came over, as did Alex's parents. I sat there and soaked it all in. It was the kind of day that you wanted to bottle and save for another time. You'd then open it up on some dreary day when everything was going wrong and pour out a glass of good feelings and to brighten up the day. I sat back down next to Laura and rested my head on her shoulder. The storm had passed.

 

Chapter Two-Hundred-Three

The post-rally party moved over to our house. Sam suggested that we hold a barbecue and it sort of snowballed from there. We didn't have enough food for everyone, but that problem was soon solved. Mom and Terri gave out assignments for food and drink and we scattered to the four winds, like a scavenger hunt.

Within an hour, we had reassembled and the grill was heating up. Of course open flame cooking was Sam's domain, but he was getting plenty of help from the other fathers. It's amazing how much guys get into grilling food. It must be something out of our prehistoric past.

Alex brought out a Frisbee and soon we had a game of Frisbee football going on in the back yard. I went upstairs to change. You really can't run in a long skirt very well!

My Team was Alex, Laura, Kristen, Marlene, Coach Chambers, Jenny, Sandra, and Tom Bell. The other team was made up of Cat, Mike, Rachael, Tracey, Cliff, Mel, Ms. B, Paul, and Caroline. We had better overall speed on our team, but they had better hands.

The final score was in dispute and both sides claimed victory. Alex said there'd be a rematch, with a scorekeeper, at the party on Monday. Luckily the food was ready and we forgot about the game.

Soon everyone was sitting around eating and talking. These sorts of parties at my house were a new experience. Back in San Diego we didn't entertain a lot. Part of it was due to the fact that Mom worked a lot. There was also the fact our family wasn't very close, but enough of that.

Later on that evening after everyone left, Mom, Sam and I were sitting out on the deck. They were drinking coffee and I had a mug of tea. I looked over and saw that Sam had his arm around Mom and she was cuddling up next to him. They both looked so happy and content. I couldn't help but smile.

"What are you so happy about?" asked Sam.

"Everything I guess, but at the moment I'm happy for you two."

"We do make a pretty nice family!"

"I think so," added Mom.

"So, do you think that this is the end of the protests?" I asked Sam.

"Well, it should be. The newspaper will have a big article on the unsavory past of the Rev and his followers. Marlene expects that his website will be closed down and any groups that gave him support will be pulling away quickly. I imagine that they'll do anything to avoid being associated with him."

"So anyone who picked up his torch on this issue would face guilt by association?" asked Mom.

"Pretty much. They'll have to find some new issue to attack," stated Sam.

"I hope he gets a cell near Jason," I quipped.

"From what I heard from the Feds, there's a real scramble for him. They think that Texas has the best shot at him, no pun intended," smiled Sam. He was proud of that one.

A few minutes later they said goodnight and headed inside. I decided to stay out for a few more minutes. I liked the fact that I was totally comfortable being alone, outside at night. I also liked looking at the lightning bugs. We didn't have those back in San Diego. Sam said this was the first time he'd seen them this year.

I thought about the coming weeks. As a senior, I had less than two weeks of school left. We had a couple of days of final exams and then graduation. I was lucky as I only had finals in four classes, so I wouldn't be overwhelmed academically.

There was also our senior class night, a week from Friday. That was the night when they'd give out awards and honors along with music and comedy skits. It promised to be a lot of fun. Graduation was on Tuesday of the following week, followed by Grad Night at the school, then the private parties. Cat said that the parties last all night and into the morning. Wednesday was when the real world would arrive. We'd no longer be seniors, and thoughts of jobs and college would dominate our lives.

Of course, being me, I had to take on a few additional challenges. There would be my trip up to NYC to get my nose fixed. We were going to leave on the Thursday after graduation. This would give us a weekend to have fun before I had my surgery.

It was no longer going to be just Mom and I. Terri, Cat, and Laura were now joining us on the journey. We already had reservations for our hotel. Granted it wouldn't be a suite overlooking Central Park, but it was still midtown. Tony had confirmed that he'd be our driver. We also had tickets to a Broadway show on Friday evening. It would be a lot of fun, at least until I had my surgery. Dr. Ayres said that he would prefer to wait at least another year before working on the scar. He said he had some non-surgical techniques that he'd like to try first. I was presently using a cream that he'd suggested. It did seem to be working a little. He had also sent me a lot of info about the surgery and the aftermath.

Then there was the wedding. Terri was in constant communication with Mom and Sam on the planning. The date was set and invitations were sent out. As it would be the middle of summer, Mom didn't want an overly formal wedding. She wasn't going to wear a full bridal gown. She was working with Cindy, and they had narrowed her choices down to ten or twenty dresses. The bridesmaids' dresses were also going to be simple yet elegant. Although I was a bit disappointed that Mom wasn't going to have the full-blown bridal gown, I was also relieved that I wouldn't be wearing some classically ugly bridesmaid dress. Well at least not at Mom's wedding. I've had the "honor" of wearing several gowns in the past few years, some of which were truly hideous – I hate butt bows! I won't name names, as I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings!

I finally decided to head back inside. Oh, I had other things to ponder, but it was late and I was starting to get sleepy. I still wanted to know who was the third!

 

Chapter Two-Hundred-Four

I did have to go to work on Sunday. But the good news was that we'd be closed on Monday. Mrs. Lincoln didn't believe in her staff working holidays. I was up before Sam and Mom, as usual! I was reading the articles on the rally yesterday. I was going to have a really good scrapbook from my senior year. Between homecoming, the attack, the trial, the fashion show, and the whole Rev incident, I had been in the paper a whole bunch of times. We had taped the evening news and I planned to watch it later on.

The article on our rally was very favorable. The Rev's arrest overshadowed his little rally. Apparently some of his followers also had stolen goods in their campers from a series of robberies over in Red Hill.

The editorial section was also filled with comments, mostly favorable, about the rally. A few thought that it was a bit overdone; they felt that the rally was too big and that simply ignoring the Rev would have worked just as well. Obviously I disagreed with that opinion! There were no favorable comments about the Rev.

I shifted to the Times and read a highly praising review for the show we were going to see. I was really looking forward to seeing it, especially with my closest friends.

The sound of the shower draining told me that that they were getting up and moving. I turned on the coffee machine and then went back to the paper. It was nice to be able to relax after the stress of the previous week. I did want to write some thank you notes to all the people who had spoken yesterday. Marlene said she'd provide me with their addresses.

Speaking of Marlene, she was originally going to leave today, but she'd decided that she would stick around for the party tomorrow. She said that she could use a few days to unwind And Sam and Mom had invited her over for Sunday dinner. Sam had a friend who was dropping off some trout that he had caught. It seemed the guy loves fishing but doesn't like the taste of fish! I wasn't a big lover of fish myself, but Sam promised me that I'd love how he cooked them. I preferred the type of seafood that comes in a shell; you know crab, lobster, or shrimp! Sam told me that there were none of those in our creeks and rivers, so it would have to be trout tonight!

 

Sam and Mom came down together and went right to the coffeepot. "Thank you for starting it up," mumbled Sam.

"Someone isn't quite awake yet, I see," I stated in my best cheerful voice.

He stuck his tongue out at me!

Mom suggested waffles for breakfast. She had just bought a new waffle iron and wanted to try it out. I said that sounded good, and Sam grunted something that sounded like vaguely affirmative.

I really wasn't THAT big of a morning person, but I just felt SO good that the Rev was gone.

The new waffle iron worked really well, making those really thick Belgian waffles. Sam suggested them for desert some night. He said you pop a hot waffle on the plate and then put a big scoop of ice cream on top of it. It sounded very fattening and very good.

We talked about planting the bush tomorrow morning. Sam said that he'd have to go to the home and garden store, as we didn't have a shovel. He said that he'd also look for a lawnmower. We'd been borrowing Terri's. We really were becoming a suburban, home-owning family!

 

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