Late Bloomer

by Hannah Ann

I don’t know if the stars are aligned or if it’s just my pheromones at work, but for some reason, I want her. My nature is betraying my nurture, and despite how much I want to, I can’t stop it. I thought I was done with puberty, but no I’m having my first crush all over again. The rush, the excitement, the mystery, is no different than any other firsts. So why do I feel as if my body is betraying me? I don’t know much about biology or psychology, all I know is this is no choice.


Hannah Ann is a writer in North Carolina.