I'm an Idol?!

Chapter 1 - Tuz

It's a normal day for me. I get out of my bed and look around my room. The usual sight of black and hot-pink, that I had grown so close too, fills my eyes as my sleepiness disappears. I shove my covers to the edge of the bed and sit up, pulling myself out of bed. I open the blinds and look out at the world. The sunrise brightens up my room, waking me up fully.

I walk over to my closet to grab an outfit. I have school today, so I need to follow the dress code. I pull out a light pink blouse and a black tie. The tie has thin metal chains dangling from it. Perfect. I put my shirt on, buttoning it up, before tying my tie. I pull on my black cargo pants and stand in front of the mirror, analysing my outfit.

In the mirror I see myself; my hot-pink hair and its black streaks, my bright pink eyes with dark specks, my light freckles that adorn my soft, pale face. I run my fingers through my fluffy hair, smoothing out the loose strands, but still leaving it messy. I smile at myself as I look in the mirror once more, before walking over to my desk. I open a drawer filled with earrings and bracelets. I grab a thin chain earring that matches the chain on my tie and put it on my ear, dropping the sleepers back into the drawer, closing it. I pull on a pair of fingerless gloves, with sleeves almost to my elbows. The thin black fabric with its sharp pink lines match my outfit perfectly. Now I'm ready.

I pick up my phone, tossing the charger aside. I unlock it and open up my socials. I take a selfie of my outfit, excluding my face. I want to upload it, but I decided against it. If I were to upload it, people would be able to recognise me. You see, I have tens of millions of followers as a social media fashion designer. I had chosen not to reveal my face since I was only 16 when I started the account, but I am almost 21 now, so when it's my birthday, I'll reveal my face. If I'm old enough to drink, then I feel comfortable enough to do so.

I scroll through my most recent posts, having a look at the comments people made. I smile as I read through the compliments my designs are getting. It makes me happy that people actually like the outfits I make, considering that most of them are black and hot-pink, which isn't too unusual, but with most of the outfits being goth, I knew it wasn't everyone's forte.

I pulled up the newest design that I uploaded just yesterday. There were lot's of negative comments swirling through the positive ones, which I expected considering the design. The reason the design was getting more hate than others, was because it was a fem outfit, and I'm a boy. I don't see why boys can't wear skirts and crop-tops, and I don't care why either. I'll wear what I want. But there are people out there who don't think that way, as per the hate comments.

I put my phone in my backpack, throwing in my books with it. I haul the bag onto my back as I walk downstairs to grab breakfast. I open the fridge and grab the milk out, pouring myself a glass, before putting it back away. I grab the packed lunch I prepared the night before and drop it into my bag, before closing the fridge. I walk into my pantry to grab out an apple and an Up&Go. I place the apple in my bag with my drink bottle and zip it closed.

I quickly slip on my custom sneakers and walk out of my house, locking the door behind me. That's right, I have my own house. (This was before inflation and stuff). Thanks to my large following and the donations, I was able to save up enough to buy a single story house off of an old couple. They were really nice and left me plenty of furniture. From there, I had renovations made to expand my house, and now it's larger and two stories. I had painted all of the furniture and walls to match the black and hot pink theme I had going, but I had to leave the outer walls their normal white, so it wasn't recognised. It wouldn't have been a problem, if I hadn't also uploaded picks of the inside of my house. Unfortunately, this also meant that I couldn't have friends over, but I didn't mind too much. We're in college, so most people just hang out in their dorms or at cafe's, so it isn't a problem.

I walk away from my house and up to the footpath. I set my watch to 'jog' and I begin to head to school. This was a great way to get strong without taking up too much time. I felt it was important since I liked wearing crop-tops, and I knew people wouldn't hate on my femboy clothes as much if I had abs, because the world was just that way unfortunately.

I didn't work out just for looks though, I wanted to stay healthy and strong too! I mostly eat healthy, but I don't stop myself from having unhealthy foods, which was perfect since I didn't want to be muscular. As for being strong, people normally underestimate me because I am 5'6", which is shorter than average. Now I can prove to people like them that I can be powerful! I can do whatever sports related activities I want too as well, since I am fit and strong enough to do so.

I arrive outside the school gates. I check my watch. '14m 12s'. I got a new record, yes! I walk into my school. There aren't many people here, since I like to arrive early. I wander over to the drama block's stairs, where I normally wait for my friends. I didn't have to wait long as my friend suddenly sprinted over to me.

"Guess what! Guess what!" he calls out from the other side of the lawn. He arrives in front of me, panting. "Look what I got!" he exclaims, raising his hand.

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