The life of a 13 year old gay transgender girl

Chapter 1

*Anna's POV*

I wake up to the sound of 5SOS playing on my phone, oh, Kassie is calling.

I answer the phone and she informed me that there was cheer practice today at 3 o'clock.

I get dressed and start my walk to school, because it takes me an hour to get there, and i have an hour until 3.

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When i get the the school gym, i see everyone, and i walk up to my friends.

"Girls, im not gonna be in cheer leading anymore." I tell them.

"What why?" They ask.

"I am a gay transgender, and i dont want to cheer anymore." I say and my best friend, now ex best friend, Zoey gags and scoffs as she walks off.

***

I run home, and apparently Zoey accidentally told my parents.

"Hello." Mom says nastily.

"Ill be in my room." I say.

"No, you have an hour to get your things and go to the orphanage, before we call the police and say you are trespassing." Dad says.

"Okay." I say and Zoey looks satisfied.

I go to my room and pack all my valuables and some clothes. I get all my shoes and electronics, the chargers, and some other things a teen needs.

I run out of the house to the orphanage that is a few minutes away from my school. I had my money, my phone, my laptop, and all those cool things. I walk in and all eyes fall one me.

"My parents told me to come here." I say and a girl snickers.

"Okay, you will be roomed with the new girl, her name is Lana. Both of you follow me to your room." The lady at the desk said

Me and a girl, who is dressed in all black, black hair ,obviously dyed, a lip ring, and her headphones in ,followed her.

When we got to the room, she stoped us to talk.

"We have a big adoption day on the third of every month, so if people ask what goes on here you WILL ALWAYS say you live a happy life! I you get feed once a week, and you have to get jobs if you want more food. Have a nice life, goodbye untill next week." She said and walk away.

"Hi, im Lana." She whispered.

"Dont talk to me you emo scum." I say and walk in and clame my bed.

She comes in about five minutes later holding her arm through her black jacket.

"My point exactly." I say.

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3 weeks later
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I make my way to the luch room, and after two week of being rejected by my ex friends, i have learned to sit in the very back where no one else goes, probably because im there.

"Are these seats taken?" A very pretty boys asks.

"No." I mumble.

"Can me and my friends sit here with you?" He asks with a smile.

"Sure." I say and the emo, gay, and nerd group walks over, and i see Lana.

There goes my chance at having any friends.

"Dan, can i talk to you?" She asks.

"Yeah." He said and they walk away, and a girl starts to talk.

"Why aren't you with your friends little miss perfect." She mocks.

I stay silent and look down.

Within three weeks i have 8 scars on my wrist.