Adopted by Thomas Sanders

Hi, I'm new here

credit to @moth-ia for the OC, might've changed a few things but hope you like it!!

Hey, my name's Kurtis. Now, I know I'm not Evie but just hear me out here, this is my story on how I met her and finally got out of the orphanage.

It all started on March 10th, my birthday. I was born a Female to two loving parents, however everything went downhill on my 5th birthday. My mom had gotten fired from her job, so she turned to alcohol to fix her problems.

She slowly started to put things in my head and tell me things that weren't true. She was becoming manipulative and controlling, it wasn't until later that I realized she was mentally abusing me and my dad.
On my 7th birthday, my dad divorced her. With my dad gone, I didn't have a reason to stay. So I ran.

After a few days, the police found me in an alley. They brought me into the station and called my mom. I begged them to let me stay or to put me into foster care instead but they didn't. My mom showed up to the station drunk out her mind and marched right over to me. She hit the empty vodka bottle on the wall, shattering it, and pointed the sharp edges at me. She threatened to hurt me and tried to scratch me.

The police had to pull her off of me, then they decided to lock my mom up until she was sober, and I went into foster care.

My Dad couldn't have custody of me because he was already dealing with many assault charges, I believe he was innocent in all of them though. After all that, on my 12th birthday I got into a foster home.

I thought this was my big break, but during this time I was also feeling really weird. Like I had the wrong gender or was born with the wrong genitalia. It's weird right? Anyway, at this point in my life, I was messing around with pronouns, clothing style, and hair.

When I got adopted, they made it very clear they wouldn't tolerate anything related to the LGBT community. Now, as a kid who grew up in an abusive household then in a Foster care placement thingy, I didn't really know what that meant. So I went to the library one day and searched it up on one of the computers and found the word that helped me a lot, but that same word caused me so much pain.

Transgender.

'denoting or relating to a person whose sense of personal identity and gender does not correspond with their birth sex.'

That's it. I was Transgender, I was meant to be a man. My birth sex is Female but my gender identity is Male. After this moment of discovery, I searched up what it means to not accept or tolerate the LGBT community.
Homophobic. That's what my new family was. If they can't accept me as a human, does that even still make them family?

Why is is called homophobic anyway? the suffix of that word means like a fear, like arachnophobia is a fear of spiders or how Thalassophobia is a fear of the ocean. Homophobia isn't a fear, you're not scared of it. You're just being an asshole.

These were thoughts in my head on my way back to the house, and yeah I got that last part from Morgan Freeman.
This moment is the moment I decided to fuck others opinion of me, everyones. I also decided to slowly start becoming who I was meant to be, but when I came out a few years later, it got me into therapy.

I got diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder and "showed several signs of depression", according to my therapist. My Foster parents gave up on trying to fix me and sent me back into the system.

Several Foster homes later, and I'm now 16 in a Gainesville Orphanage called Happy Homes for Happy Kids. That's were I met Evie. I was closed off for the most part, I didn't want to get close to anyone who'll leave me or not except me.

Evie was always with Cleo, there was no separating them. Cleo thought I was weird, quiet, boring, and emo. I can't really argue the first or last adjective seeing as I was quite weird and kinda emo. When I turned 14, I got the caretaker of the orphanage to sign a paper that allowed me to get a right nostril piercing. Ms. Harper didn't really care much for us so it was pretty easy. When I turned 16, I asked her to sign another paper that said I had permission to get snake bites.