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     chapter 1 - another new year in hell

luke / lu pov ♂

today marks another satanic first day of school. i'm not saying that in the slightest sarcastic tone. high school is where everything comes to the surface only to be held back underwater to be drowned again.

i do the quick breathing exercise my therapist had taught me and grab my bag. i get out of my car and brush off any dust or wrinkles that might have appeared onto my outfit. which was fire, by the way.

i make my way through the parking lot and onto school grounds. i take one deep breath and exhale, i always seem to have to remind myself to exhale. i walk into the school doors with confidence and with a 'i'll kill you if you stare at me for more than a millisecond' look.

for the past three years of high school, i've tried to lay low and continuously tell myself what i am was wrong. this year, i'm going to change that. it's my last year of high school and it's the last year i'm going to hide what i know i am. i'm not ashamed.

i walk to the hall where my assigned locker was held. i ignore the grimaces from my peers as i keep my head down and listen to the sound of my favorite black heels click-and-clack with every step i take. i reach my locker and my fingers move at a fast speed in order to successfully hear the click! of my lock. i'm not surprised at what had fallen out of my locker.

i pull the rest of the female sex doll out of my locker and hold it out in front of me. i hear the laughter and snarky remarks of the students surrounding me. things like this always happened; stupid items in my locker, crude paper notes taped to my back, abuse in every way possible. i hold in the hot tears that sting the rims of my eyes. i look at the doll and examine every sharpie drawing on it.

i see that that the doll's eyes have been made blue, like mine. there is a blonde wig cut short miming my hair. the same makeup i wear. the words 'freak,' 'loser,' and 'tranny' were marked on the doll's chest. my eyes wander down the dolls body and stops at the lower region. i see they've drawn large male genitalia. still holding in my tears, i walk the doll and throw it into the trash. this time i listen to what everyone around me was saying as i walk back to my locker.

"look at him. what a freak."

"if god made him a boy, he should stay as one."

"he makes an ugly girl."

"i bet his parents wish they used a condom."

"he's such a fag."

i look to my right and i see them. i see the three boys that have been torturing me for the past three years. they're laughing and pointing at me like i'm sort of animal at the zoo. i already knew they were the ones who had done this.

the dirty blonde with arms body building arms and a shirt a couple sizes too small. his name is ashton irwin, but supposedly he prefers to be called 'daddy.' which is horrendous.

the punk with the black-and-white skunk hair, who i truly believe was an in-the-closet-gay slapped ashton's chest as he laughed up a storm. that neanderthal's name was michael clifford. it is to be said that he addresses his junk as 'the cliffoconda.'

the last one of the threesomes group is the leader as some might say. calum thomas hood. he was the best looking of the group. he was tan, tall, athletic, and smart. but, calum hood was also transphobic.

he classifies as a transphobic male. which basically means he classifies himself as an ignorant, egotistical, misogynistic unaware fuck boy.

oops, sorry never sorry.

i watch them make their way over to me. i prepare myself for the harsh, uneducated insults i am about to receive. ashton slams my locker and rests his hand on it as he leans towards it, "i see you've gotten our welcome back present. we didn't spend fifty dollars on that, for it to be thrown away."

"did you enjoy it? i've been practicing my artistic skills over the summer. the dick was a special little touch. it looks just like you," michael laughs and he leans his back on the other lockers. i remain quiet.

"are you not going to answer us?" calum gets close and pushes me towards my locker. my back hits the cool metal with a loud bang, "huh, freak? you think you're better than us?"

i look around us and see a bunch people watching. calum sure knows how to draw in a crowd. he lifts up his arms, "you see this everyone? the tranny thinks he's better than us. don't you, luke?"

he pushes me once more and i whisper quietly, "it's lu."

"what? did you say something?" calum shouts.

"i said it's lu," i repeat in a way that was a little more audible.

"lu? is that your girl name? your mother named you luke, so that's what i'm going to call you," calum knees me in the crotch, "or do you prefer 'freak'?"

i sink down and watch ashton raise his fist, "you have the nerve to come back on the first day of school dressed like some sort of slut."

"you're disgusting. i can't even look at you," michael spits.

thankfully, the bell rings dismissing us to our first class. i lift my head up and see the crowd disperse. ashton stands up straight and gives me a kick to the shin, "you got lucky this time, luke."

they walk away in the other direction and i let out the breath i've been holding in. i try to pull myself up, ignoring the sharp pain still present in my nether region. a girl's hand comes into view offering to help me up.

i graciously take it, "thank you, um?"

the beautiful girl with bleached blonde hair smiles, "mali-koa and you're very welcome. you're lu, right?"

my eyes widen at the fact that someone from school called me by my real name, "um, yeah."

"i've seen what they've done to you. they're the disgusting ones," she says, "and you're not dressed slutty, you look great."

i look down at my now messy outfit that was made up of black heels, denim pants, and a black halter top, "thank you so much. are you new?"

"yeah, i am. i'm originally from here. my whole family lives here, i went to a boarding school in england," she explains, "i had to come back because my grandmother is sick and she might be-- oh damn, too much information."

"no, no. it's fine. well, i better get going," i look at the email of my schedule on my phone, "i have journalism right now."

"with mrs. gene?" i nod, "me too! do you want to walk together?"

i smile and nod again. i think i've just made my first ever friend.

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welp, this was the first chapter of this story. did you guys like it?

i know the ot3 part was a bit much and it hurt for me to write it, but hopefully it all gets a little more better.

thanks for reading, fronds! :-)