Flowers (name of book isn't confirmed)

Cris Flores

Beware, this is a work of fiction, don’t take it as if it’s real, and actually happened

Chapter, one, Cris Flores, Thursday, August 15th, 2024, 4:00am,

I had feared this day would come. Today was the first day of Middle School. I haven’t gotten any sleep, and it’s 4am. Life sucks.
Thirty minutes passed, and I decided to get up, and use the restroom. I leave my bedroom, and I hear someone get up. I stop in my tracks, and stand very still.
“Deia? Is that you?” I hear someone ask. “Go back to bed, you have school soon, get some sleep.”
I shake my head in rage, and sadness and I quickly run into the bathroom, and lock the door.
“DEIA GEORGIA FLORES, DON’T IGNORE ME!!!!” my mum yells.
“Oh fuck off,” I whisper. “I’ll stop ignoring you once you call me by the right name.”
“Are you an idiot? Your name is Deia,” my mum spoke.
“No. It isn’t,” I’m taking chances, and damn well I don’t care. “Now, leave me alone.”
“Excuse me?” my mum was getting angry. “There’s no way in hell am I calling you Cris. Choose a better name, I’ve already told you to do that.”
“Then neither am I calling you mum,” I start. She gasps. “I’m calling you dad, and using he/him pronouns on you, just like before you transitioned.”
“You can’t do that!”
“I’m capable of doing that, so I will until you use the right name and pronouns for me.”
“GO TO BED NOW!!!”
Silence falls for five minutes. “You’re a lost cause,” he breaks the silence.
I stare at the closed door. I hear him walking away. I sigh, and use the restroom.

I can’t believe I’m finally doing the thing I swore I would do if my mu- dad used the wrong name on me. I feel almost bad, but I need he- him to understand what I’m going through. S- He already knows what it’s like, but apparently doesn’t care about it when it comes to me.
I’m back in my room, laying on my bed, on the verge of tears because of what I’m going to have to go through with middle school. I sit up, and stare at my reflection in the mirror I was given, on my wall. I hesitate before deciding to jump off of my bed, and walk over to my briefcase, packed with clothing and shit in case I ever decided to run away.
I shake my head, and decide to take a shower. “I don’t want to take a shower, Cris. You know I hate it,” I speak to myself.
“Yeah, well you need to shower. I’m so sorry you feel insecure about your stupid body. You’re twelve-”
“Almost thirteen!” I interrupt myself.
“Yeah, yeah. What I’m trying to say is that, you are twelve, you shouldn’t be thinking about transitioning.”
“Fuck you,” I say as I slap myself.
“Shut the fuck up. Now, go take a fucking shower, now. Before I take everything you love away,” myself speaks.
I feel my body moving, but my brain is in a different world.
Before I realize it, I’m halfway done with my shower.
I finish up, and get out of the shower. I grab the binder I had bought with the money I earned from selling Pokemon cards, and put it on.  I finish getting dressed, and leave the bathroom.
I check the time. “It’s already seven?” I exclaim. I sigh, and plop myself onto my bed.
I decided to open Youtube, and watch LaurnZside’s latest video, about playing some horror game. An hour passes, and it is now 8am. I decided to watch KallMeKris’ latest video. I know, I have terrible Youtuber tastes, my brother has told me countless times.
After watching these videos, I get up, grab my backpack and leave my bedroom. I yell goodbye to my parents, and brother that is still looking for a job. I feel bad for him, but I can’t do anything to help him because he still owes me that 6k he borrowed to buy his Toyota Corolla from 2012.
As I walk to Jepson Middle School, I listen to music, and almost get murdered by driving cars as I cross the crosswalk. (They seem to not understand that when a person is crossing a crosswalk, and the light is red, that they should stop.) Twenty-nine minutes later, and I’m rushing to my locker for the first period.
I walk into the classroom I have for first period, and all eyes are on me. I feel my body tensing, and I feel my hands get sweaty. I’m still listening to music, and Basket Case is currently playing.  I look around the room, feeling heavier and heavier.
“You’re late,” my teacher spoke.
I nod my head, and look at the board. Written in big letters is Mr. Gladiator. I’m assuming that’s the teacher's name.
“Aren’t you going to say something?” Mr. Gladiator asks.
Basket Case, quickly turned to American Idiot. I try to refrain myself from singing the song, but fail. My stupid ass is standing there singing about how shitty America is. I mean, everything Billie is saying in that song is 100% true, so I’m just spewing out facts in song form. Great.
It get’s to the point where he says, Fuck America, and I barely even hesitate to say it. Mr. Gladiator is staring at me, as if I’m a crazy person. I mean, I am, but like c’mon dude!
I barely hear him say, “Great, another Green Day fan.”
How the fuck did he not realize I’m a Green Day fan just by the fact that I’m decked out in Green Day merchandise. I’m wearing Green Day shoes, a Green Day shirt, and a ninety dollar Green Day jacket.
American Idiot comes to an end, and One Eyed Bastard starts. Great. I fucking love that song, and my idiotic ass decides to start singing that song, which is filled with swear words.
“Will you just take a fucking seat?” Mr. Gladiator asks.
The entire class gasps, because teachers are not allowed to swear at school.
I shake my head no, and continue to sing that song till it comes to an end.
I take off my headphones, disconnect them, and put them in my pocket.
“Good night,” I pat Mr. Gladiator on the shoulder, and walk to a desk.
“What the fuck, bitch?” he asks.
“Just, Good night. That’s all. Well, that and the principal is standing in the doorway, and just heard you say fuck, and bitch,” I answer. “And, principal, can I say something to him that I just referenced?”
“Yeah sure, is it that one Green Day song that ends in, gooooddd niiiiggghhhhtttt?” the principal finally spoke.
“Yessir!”
“Go ahead, then.”
I smile, and say to Mr. Gladiator, “F.O.D..”
“What-?” he’s confused.
I shake my head, and shoo the teacher away.  The teacher leaves, and I lean back, put my feet on my desk, put my hands on the back of my head, and close my eyes. My brain instantly pictures me and a boyfriend. I quickly open my eyes, and quickly close them. I suddenly picture myself with a girlfriend. My girlfriend. Which, I don’t have. I don’t even have a boyfriend. I’m single! Oh shit. I need someone, so I don’t die alone. Wait, that sounds nice.
My thoughts get interrupted by someone tapping my shoulder. I swiftly (I hope) open my eyes, and lean back down. I look over at who had tapped my shoulder. My eyes widen, my mouth drops, my mind

(AN: I'll only be giving a few chapters from the actual book I'm writing to see how well it does here before I finish the actual book and get it published. Anyway, thanks for reading, and go ahead and comment your thoughts on this first chapter, and/or if you have any advice (I'd appreciate it) )