Veronica/Vic(or Ronnie's) POV
Today when I woke up I didn't feel right. I felt neither 'female' nor 'male'. I just felt Human. Which is what everyone is. Later at school I was feeling more masculine than I did when I woke up. Now the thing is I was born a 'girl' but around the time I turned seven I knew I wasn't 'normal' I didn't dress in dresses or skirt like all the other girls. I dressed in 'boy' clothes. That phrase that I just said really pi.sses me off. It's a piece of FABRIC it shouldn't have a gender. Just like color. So through the years I asked my mom and dad why I was different than the other girls. They just told me I was a 'tomboy' me being a child didn't know what that meant. That was before they died. So I asked my teacher she said it means I'm a girl who likes to wear boy clothes and play with boy toys. So one day I was walking to the adoption home ,I was 10 now, I saw a group of what looked like teenagers playing around. I walked up to them. That day I was dressed more boy-ish I guess.
"Awww look at him he is so adorable!" Said a girl with red hair.
"Im a girl." I said shyly.
"Awww sweetie I'm sorry." She apologized.
"It's okay miss." I told her. Her and her friends just laughed. There Was seven of them. Three looked like girls and they were very pretty. One had pink hair another bad red hair and the last girl had green and black hair. The four guys were very handsome. One had a big afro , the next one had two piercings and was short , then there was a tall one with glasses , another tall one with blue hair.
"Honey I'm a boy." Said the red head. I blushed.
"I'm sorry sir." I said quickly.
"It's fine sugar. What's your name?" He asked.
"My name is Veronica. But I either go by Vic or Ronnie." I told them.
"Cool. I'm Gerard, that's Frank,Ray,Mikey,Dahvie,Jayy and Jeffree." He said pointing to everyone.
"Nice to meet you ma'am's" I said shaking Jeffree and Dahvie hand. Dahvie just chuckled.
"I'm a boy too." He said.
"My bad sir." I said.
"It's fine. Where are your parents hun?" He asked.
"Ohh ummm I uhhh.... I don't have any." I said stuttering.
"Oh I'm sorry." He said.
"It's fine. I have to go. I'm sorry bye!" I yelled running "home". That was Five years ago.
