in another world, I am comfortable in my transition. me and my friends are sitting on my bedroom floor making our own outfits for graduation and we have never, ever fought. I'm graduating on time. my best friend is on call with me
my grandpa is prepping to fly out to California with his little dog and his daughter, my grandma. they will be at my graduation and cheer for me from the crowd as they call out my chosen name
my parents love my chosen name and aren't always fighting. afterwards, they will haul me and the whole family and my best friend into the car and we'll go to...a golden corral's. they'll let me have free reign of the chocolate fountain just like they did on my 5th birthday.
in this world, though, I am sitting alone and uncomfortable in my empty bedroom. my friends mostly hate each other. my parents hate each other too. my grandma is still in Montana and I think I've disappointed her by not graduating on time. I will have to tearfully carry a picture of my grandpa across stage. my best friend can't come to my house because it's too dirty
and the taste of the chocolate fountain is a million light-years away...but my mostly salty tears from a lack of having clean water around isn't.
