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Reka's POV (Writers Point of View)

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Warning

- Fluffy Angst

- Self-deprecating

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         "Hey!" I heard a familiar voice call out. I turned around only for it to be one of my best friends, Emmie. We usually got on the bus together, so I wasn't that surprised to see her. 

"Hi-- Are you good?" The black-haired female who'd ran to me had been panting hard. She looked out of breath.

"I'm fine, Ramen", she said, calling me that nickname that her and my other friend, Isrie picked out for me. "I wanted to ask, are you coming to art club today?"

"Yeah, I kind of have to. Mr. Huli talked to me yesterday when we left for the busses that I need to get done a clay-bowl thingy that I didn't get to finish from 1st marking period."

"Oh, alright!" she said, smiling at me.

I sighed, remembering that I would see a certain someone I had been trying to avoid there. He annoys me so much. Hate is a strong word to use, but I hate this guy. The dude kissed me on the first day he fucking met me, who wouldn't hate him? He's also a dirty liar, a pervert, and a cheater. I dated him for maybe 3 days, and he broke up with me 1, because I'm trans, and 2, because he confessed to be cheating on me-- That dumb fucking man whor- I was cut out of my thoughts when Emmie started talking about an anime, we both like. Guess that's a good thing.

 Before we knew it, the bus was here, bus #40. sadly, Isrie wasn't on the bus, so I had nobody to sit next to. The whole ride, I just ended up talking with a person in front of me.

When we finally got to school, I ended up walking with Emmie to my locker to put my stuff away since it was Wednesday, and our lockers are close anyway.

I hope Xao is here today... I'm not going to be able to go through Spanish if he isn't... 

Skipping to last Period

 Now I just have to make it through this period.  I was sitting in my normal desk, waiting for everyone else to quiet down as I noticed a brown-haired female, staring at me. I looked at her and she gave me some odd, disgusted glare. God... when will this hell end...? Why can't people just be nice for once? Why does everyone have to give me those 'looks'... It's so uncomfortable.

I look away and try to pay attention to what the teacher is saying. Most of the time, because of my ADHD, I got distracted with something, like the sound of my pencil, or someone else's pencil or pen clicking. 

Before I knew it, the bell rung, and everyone started to pack up. fortunately, it was a Wednesday, which meant that the teacher would let us go with the younger grade. When everyone left the room, as usual, I stayed back and pushed in all the chairs and picked up trash or pencils that I could see on the ground or tables. My teacher gave me a Jolly Rancher for doing so. I always get one. 

When I went to my locker, I saw Emmie. I was getting my stuff and she told me how she wasn't going to be able to go to art club after school today because her mother asked her to pick up her little brother from his bus stop. This usually happens a lot, so it didn't bother me. 

I got packed up and then went to Mr. Huli's class for art club. Just my luck. Of course, 'they' are here too.  I frowned as they walked up to me, Peyton. 

"Hey Reka, sit with me!" they said.

I didn't want to be rude, so I sat next to them at a table in the back. I figured I wouldn't pay much attention to them because I would be working on my clay bowl, but when I started making the bowl they kept on rubbing the paint on my hands and arms and were annoying me. 

I had been thinking bad again.. Why am I here?... What's the point of me being in this world.. Would anyone care if I disappeared?.. Should I try it?  stuff like that. I honestly didn't even wanna be in art club at the moment.

Suddenly, i hear a laugh. Who was that...? doesn't sound like anyone from last year.  I get a bit confused when peyton, walked over to the person. I get up and walk over to them while they are laughing. Wow... The first thing i see, their eyes... Their so... pretty. I didn't realize, but I was staring at him for a bit. 

Soon, we both sit down, I learn that his name is Kian... Kian is nice, and he's pretty... I don't know why, but i feel like I need to get to know him more... It's just.. something about him is drawing me in.. 

Soon, before i knew it, it was the end of art club. I didn't finish my bowl yet, I still had the inside of it to do, I got distracted. In the hallway, walking to the outside doors, Kian was deciding who to give a little paper to, and he gave it to me. It was a frog with the trans flag in the background.. I thought it was really cute.

When my late bus got here, I noticed Kian was going on the same one, I was secretly really happy about that.. 

Threw the whole ride, me and Kian were talking. I couldn't say how many times I really wanted to call him cute, or pretty. Almost right before he got off, I got his Instagram.  I smiled. I was happy, actually happy.. because of him...

That was just the beginning

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 Thank you for reading<3

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To be Continued

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