Getting Through _______. : A Transgender Story

F Bomb

Ello, im Aris i identify as transgender and im 13 and im a girl wanting to be a boy so it sucks but i know im not the only one so its not as bad. Let me know in the comments if i should write a new chapter.
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I was sitting in my school's principal office waiting for my doom.

"I should've just kept my mouth shut" I mumbled to myself.

It all started with my stupid bestfriend talking to me during my english class.

2 Hours Ago...

"Leelah" I heard someone whisper in back of me.

I looked back to see Lance Braverman.

Lance Braverman was one of those kids that had nothing going for him but sports but was a really nice and sweet guy.

Hello...?" Lance asked.

"Leelah, are you there?" followed by a frantic wave in front of my face.

"No, i'm in space" I said sarcastically.

"Can you shut up?"

"Yes of course" he grinned.

Lance had a really nice bright white smile with nice brown hair in a quiff and green eyes that any girl would fall for.

But then there's me who can't even look good in general.

I spend my nights sitting in sweatpants next to a box of pizza watching Friends on Netflix until i can't keep my eyes open anymore.

How is someone supposed to like somebody like me?

"Ms.Deacon?" my English teacher, Mrs.Miller, asked.

"Would you like to share what you and Mr.Braverman were talking about with the class?"

I panicked and looked around the room.

Lance cleared his throat loudly.

"Ms." Lance started

"It's Mrs" Mrs.Miller snapped.

"Sorry Mrs.Miller we were just trying to discuss the lesson plan on the board to get our ideas around"

"And what did you learn from that discussion?" Mrs.Miller asked.

"Very good information" Lance said in the most professional way possible.

Mrs.Miller just rolled her eyes and continued the lesson.

10 minutes later...

I had just finished my test and was passing it to the person in front of me while Mrs.Miller was walking down the rows.

Mrs.Miller was holding her coffee at a weird angle which was making me scared of it falling.

When Mrs.Miller was walking by my desk she slipped on a pencil and spilled her coffee all over my desk.

"FUCK!" I yelled.

"What did you just say Ms.Deacon?" Mrs.Miller sternly asked.

"I said f-fuck" I stuttered

"Detentions office"

"NOW!" She handed me a slip and I shot right out of her room out to the hall.

And that's how I got in the principals office

Sitting next to a really really beautiful girl

" I want to know a lot about her " I thought to myself.

It really scared me.