Bytebore

Byte 2 - Monday

Warning: rape is discussed in this byte, and the word "fa**ot" is uncensored and used multiple times. Talks of violence are also discussed.

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Mornings. Ugh. I fucking hate mornings. Just the act of waking up annoys me. I just wish I could sleep for a few more hours.
It's a shame really.

As I'm getting dressed, as always, my mom scares the shit out of me when she knocks on the door to tell me breakfast is ready. Which I don't even know how it scares me each time.

I just can't stop thinking about what I'm going to do today at school while I walk down stairs for breakfast. I mean, it should be the same as always. Just like it always has been and hopefully will be for my last couple weeks of highschool. Even though being called a faggot every day isn't the most fun. Dressing and just the whole being a femboy but not trans makes things a little difficult for me. It's a shame because people should be more accepting, but they aren't.
I just wish things would be easier sometimes.

So here I am eating breakfast thinking to myself, when my mom blurts out "Hey honey, have you thought of what you want to do yet? Because I have a couple of ideas for things to do if you can't come up with anything." That's heartwarming honestly, knowing she really wants to spend time with me, but I want to pick. "Not yet mom. But I'm hoping I think of something soon. I'm super excited!".

Sometimes I wonder about how my life will go, but I hope either way mom is happy. "Ok honey, we'll do whatever you want when you figure it out". I hope this will go well, when I figure it out. "Now that I'm done with breakfast, I'm gonna go to school mom!" and just hope that today I won't be called a slur. "Ok honey, have fun!" mom responded while picking up the dishes and putting them in the sink.

As I'm walking to the subway to go to school I bump into one of the people that harasses me. His name is Oscar. "Watch it faggot" he tells me his eyes looking over my body to see what I'm wearing today. "Nice skirt fag" he says to me. "Do you even have the decency to treat me like a normal human being?" I said to him. "nope. Faggots don't get treated like normal humans. God forbids it". Back to this shit again huh. "Fuck you to Oscar" I told him, and started to walk towards the subway.

Ah, the New York subway system, not the best place ever, but good none the less. As I'm getting on the subway to go to school, of course, Oscar is there to fuck with me for the ride. "Hey faggot. Gonna rape someone today?" he said to me "For the last time dumbass, I don't rape people" I responded to him. "Whatever you have to tell yourself fag" he responded to me. "More like whatever YOU have to tell yourself bitch" I retorted at him.

After getting off at the station for school, I go to meet with David. "Hi David" I say to him once I find him in the masses of people.  "Hi" he responds back to me. This is usually how our interactions go first thing in the fucking morning. So I'm not expecting to to much in terms of talkativeness. It's a shame we have to go to school so early. It really is a pain to have to get up so early.

As we're walking to school, david starts up a conversation, "hey April, how was your weekend?" he asked "It was ok, nothing to interesting, but I did ask my mom if she wanted to do something at some point" I responded to him. And he just looked at me. Just dead stared at me. "wow, you finally did it" David responded to me. "Well, uh...yeah? I figured it's time to ask" I responded to him after a minute. After that we just walked to school in silence. I would grab his hand if we didn't stand out as much. I've known him for almost all my life, and I love him like a brother.

First period went by without much importance. Same with second. Third period was my first period with Oscar, so we all know how that went. Fourth was ok, but then came lunch. And my god, did lunch suck on a whole other level. I mean, sitting with david at lunch was normal, but oscar finds a way to sit near me, to bully me every waking second of lunch while I'm trying to enjoy it. I really want to get back at him, but I'm a pussy, and wouldn't do it even if anyone convinced me.

After lunch, 5th, and 6th flew by. 

7th period was another period with oscar, this time however, david was there, so they were fighting as I got into class (Not physically). "Well tell your fucking faggot of a boyfriend to kill himself for me why won't you?" is all I hear as I walk in before david hugs me, and tells me everything is gonna be ok. "What happened?" I asked worried. "I have to move april".