SAMUEL Seabury *+ Leebury<3

prologue

a simple, normal day within the life of me, samantha seabury, or as people call me, sam seabury. i'm pale as fuck, a natural ginger (don't laugh), and i have to wear glasses for the sake of my eyesight. i'm like any natural quiet person: a ghost within friend groups.

i grab my bag, leaving the house. i squint and see my friends, aaron burr and charles lee. i walk behind them, following them around. they're talking about politics again, which i'm not surprised about. they have a thing for talking about politics for some odd reason. that's my friends, people.

"you think sam would agree with your opinion? sam's always on my side!" charles groans. they haven't noticed me yet, which i'm not surprised by.

"actually, charlie, i'm siding with aaron on this." my voice croaks, startling the both of them. they both turn their heads, and look at me.

"samantha! how long have you been here?" aaron chuckles awkwardly, looking at me, like seeing the ghost. i mean, i am "sam the ghost".

"i've been here throughout this whole conversation. i just haven't talked. yes, charles, i side with aaron for one reason possible. YOU WOULDN'T VOTE FOR LESLIE ODOM JR DURING THE ELECTION OF 1800?" i scream, looking at my best friend in disbelief. "you're disappointing, charles lee."

"i-" he's speechless. i fucking knew it. aaron starts laughing, and patting his back as he pretends to sob. i'm friends with the worst people, but the best people as well. the bell rings, and we're all off to our classes.

i sit next to a boy named john laurens in this class. he's quite the opposite of me, as he's energetic and charismatic. he's pretty cool, though. his boyfriend, alexander hamilton, is in the same debate class as me, but always has to debate against me. lovely.

"hey, samantha!" john smiles, putting my chair out for me to sit in. john's always been a lovely person to me, which i really like in a person like him.

"good morning, john." i politely respond, putting my bag down and sitting next to him. i pull out my notebook, doing anything a casual student would do. copy notes and pay attention to class.

the day went on. but as normal, i hate being called feminine terms, but i brush it off. it's been bugging, i really should search that up.

i get on my phone directly after school, searching up. "what does it mean when youre a girl but feel like a boy?" i search up, and i find a website. i press it, reading.

(credits: https://www.quora.com/I-was-born-a-girl-but-feel-like-a-boy-Is-there-a-word-for-feeling-almost-the-opposite-gender-you-were-born)

"Yes. That's called being transgender. Transgender people feel like a different gender than the one they were assigned at birth."

transgender? that perfectly describes me. i look up the term, reading through different articles and stories. everything seems so... accurate.

am i trans? i think i am.