West High School

First day

I had spent the past restless night worrying about school as my mom and sister slept on the couch. My morning alarm went off and I grabbed my phone (6:45 time for school Al!) I walked across the cold floor of my room to my closet and examined my self in the mirror.

My hair had grown past my chest over the last few years and I tried to cut in to make my face look rounder, my sister Bee told my it looked great but I honestly was really unhappy with it. There were a couple pimples left to my face. My door flew open

"Hey Ad-Alyssa do you want me to put some toast in for you?" My mom asked as she pushed the door open. I looked over to her and tried to muster a smile. 

"No thanks mom, also I'm ready for school," I added. She smiled back at me then shut the door to start yelling at Bee to wake up. I pulled on a light zip up and fluffed out my hair pacing around my room grabbing a couple of last minute school supplies. 

Outside of my room my mom was wiping down the kitchen as Bee spiked her hair, it was her first day of 7th grade and she had been working on learning to do liberty spikes, my mom wasn't the biggest fan of it. I looked at the kitchen stove's clock (6:59) school didn't start until 7:30 luckily but I could feel the anxiety quicken, a knock hit the door followed by the dark figure that was Princess entering the room a genuine smile finally flew past me in a wind of happy feeling. 

"Hi, are we leaving soon?" She asked pulling off her headphones.

"Yeah we can leave now," I answered slightly out of breath, "Hey mom! Me and Princess are leaving now," I called out interrupting her cleaning. Princess ushered me back over to the door and fiddled with the lock.

"Have fun girls!" Mom called back. I helped Princess open the door and we spun out of it our feet hitting the cracked sidewalk of our neighborhood. My ears rang as getting louder and softer as Princess and I walked quicker. Two electric bikes sped past us.

"Gay!" One of the boys laughed. They drove into the main road and almost got hit by a jeep.

"I wish that didn't stop for them," Princess said in a monotone voice. I'm not exactly sure which boys these were calling us gay, ever since I started dressing more feminine the "gay" and "faggot" comments became more common, Princess didn't mind and I tried not too but it just became another reminder of the blue link and white that covered my mind and perception of the world. Maybe high school will be an improvement. 'We can always dream' is what my mom says a lot. I think maybe this year it might hold some truth at least.