be dana-->
BEEP BEEP BEEP rings threw your ears as you groggily get up for the day. fuck, you have school today, how wonderful. you rummage threw my closet for something decent only to pull out your favorite shirt which is a white and red shirt with a disc in the middle, and a pair a black ripped jeans.
you stumble into the bathroom quietly, not wanting to wake up dirk, to brush your hair. after you get some food and a apple juice you grab my keys and put your shades on. walking to my bus stop you pull out my phone and fumbling around on it until you hear the sound of a bus stopping in front of you, 8:10 on the dot, as always. you let out a sigh and get on, your always the last kid on so you don't have many seat options, you also don't have many friends so you cant sit with anyone. you walk to the back feeling a few stares as you sit in the very last seat alone, as always.
the bus finally comes to a stop and a bunch of kids pile out trying to go meet there friends before class starts, you don't have any friends to meet with so you just head straight to first period keeping yourself basically invisible as to not cause problems, people don't like you, the girls think your to boyish to be one of them, and the boys don't want to hang with a girl, so your left alone as always. its been like that for years you don't really understand, the more you grow the more you hate being a girl, you hate having long hair, you hate your feminine voice, you hate the way you look, you hate people saying you cant do this because your a girl, and that your being to 'boyish, so what? the bell rings shaking your from your TRANce (hehe trans joke), you pack up and sigh slightly.
*time skip to gym aka danas last period*
you walk out after changing into the gym uniform. you walk out and stand off to the side out of everyone's way, you were never one for gym class, sports wasn't your thing, you preferred music class, in fact you actually skip gym most days, thank god your gym teacher doesn't care to mark you absent.
while sitting on the bleachers a group of girls sit not to far from you gossiping and talking about school until they bring a new topic...
"can you believe that jay is trying to become a boy? i bet shes doing it to peep on the boy she has a crush on" one of the girl giggles while talking. a girl trying to be a boy..?
"i bet that dana girl is going to do that to" the other girl giggles out with a sly smile. what...? you try to not pay attention by putting headphones in for the rest of the lesson.
*at home*
you walk in and see 3 figures, oh, brosephs over.. you look at the couch and see your other brothers, dirk and bro. broseph turns around and greats you as he normally does when hes over.
"hello dana, how was your day" dana.. that name has been like poison in your throat, you dont know why, it was never a problem before.
"it was fine." your answer is short and cold, you seem to always be upset these days.. you chop it up to teenage hormones and lay down throwing your shades off to take a well deserved nap.
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my other half (not official title) (johndave/davejohn)
Romanceyour name is Dana strider. you live 4 older brothers. recently you haven't been feeling comfortable in your body, some events happen and you move to iowa, its a fresh start. (this story is in daves and 3rd person pov) tw mention of: suicide, sh...