*E's POV*
"Emilia! Stop slouching that's not lady like"
"Emilia, elbows off table, can't you at least pretend to have manners"
"Emilia, watch your mouth, you'll never find a husband acting like that."
1. I'm not a lady and I've never felt like one. I don't identify with what comes with being a girl. But oddly, I don't identify as a boy either... I'm just Ess.
2. Tables are meant to rest on...doesn't this include my elbows?? Since when do we discriminate against bones???
3. I don't want a husband I'm into women but no sense in telling my mom as she'll hear me saying "Disgrace I'm a giant disgrace and I am choosing the difficult path"
Ugh, if you made it this far kudos to you. I honestly don't know how I have. My name is Emilia. That's Eh-mill-ya for all you morons out there who always mess up my name...even my name doesn't feel like me. All my friends call me E and honestly I prefer it that way.
It's my last semester in high school and honestly I couldn't be more happy to get the fuck away from this town, this house and starting over. Somehow, I got accepted into Michigan State but I'm not complaining that's as far away from Georgia as I could get.
"Emilia Sin Claire! Let's go now, why are you always late?" My mom yells
"Coming!" I yell as I grab my phone, headphones, backpack and journal.
"Could you move any slower? W-what are you wearing? Go change right now! You are not walking out this house looking like that." Her eyes wide in disbelief.
Did I mention I'm non binary? It's hard for people to tell what I am and honestly I like it that way. I don't identify with being a girl or a boy but I don't have preferred pronouns, I've been called she/her, he/him and they/them / daddy and I answer to all. One day I'll dress masc and the next day fem - it's honestly whatever I'm feeling. Today I was feeling masc and my mom was not feeling it
I had on a pierce the veil shirt with ripped up black cargo jeans that had a chain hanging from the side and black combat boots. 8G black gauges with checkerboard nails. I just got my septum pierced and both sides of my nose. I'm 5'8 so I always stand out. I just dyed my hair red and cut it to shoulders. Normally I straighten it but I decided to wear it curly today because why not?
"I'm not changing I'm comfy like this mom and besides I'm already late. Let's go." I say with a blank stare.
"No daughter of mine will dress like that. Why did you dye you hair red and why are your clothes so loose fitting? Girls don't dress like that. You're hiding your beautiful face and hazel eyes behind this hair." She moves my hair to the side and I move her hand lightly.
Girl? No.
Beautiful? Yuck.
My body, my choice.
You don't like it Evelyn go shove it.
"Would you stop? I don't want to change and I like my clothes to fit a little loose, okay?" I say starting to get annoyed.
"But I can't even tell if you're a girl or a boy" My mom says trying to hold back tears.
"Where is my beautiful daughter? I don't recognize you Emilia." She says as tears stream down her face.
"THAT'S THE POINT" I say as I walk out the door.
"I'LL WALK TO SCHOOL" I say slamming the door behind me.
I feel my eyes start to water but then I remember I put eye liner on and I don't want it to run. I've come to the conclusion my mom will never accept me and I'll always be seen as a disgrace. I've tried to be what she wants and it nearly killed me, I hate to kill her dream but I like women and I always have...
I put my headphones in and blast Afterlife by Avenged Sevenfold.
I was almost to the school when a car passed by; I didn't think anything of it but that same car rode by again but this time rode up right next to me. A girl I never seen before rolled down her window and started talking. All I seen was her mouth moving - she was so mesmerizing then I realized my music was still playing. I took one headphone out.
"Huh? I'm sorry what did you say?" I yell.
She laughs and says "You walking to Columbus? I can give you a ride. I'm Naomi."
I just stand there forgetting how to move my mouth. My brain was all foggy.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Am I having a seizure?
Why won't my lips move?
Think fast E do something!
I shake my head yes and get in the car without a second thought.
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Blurred Lines
RomanceE, identifies as non-binary and has been misunderstood their entire life - constantly keeping people at a distance afraid to let them in; that is until transfer student Naomi comes along and changes everything. Naomi has some secrets of her own but...
