Anonymous
Dear Waverly (Lesbian)
Tristy loved her girlfriend.In the wash of new light, Tristy sat in a boring lesson. Yawn. "Waverly, Waverly, Waverly," Tristy sang to herself in a daze. Oh, with Tristy and her dear Waverly currently walls apart, Tristy longed for her girlfriend's presence. With her hands on her cheeks, her elbows on the desk, Tristy rocked her head from side to side as she dreamt of her dear Waverly. "Tristy, focus!" Michelle, the Arts Professor, snapped at a drea...
