The dark blue sheets of her bright blue bed covered her pale skinned face. The loud noise of her old timey alarm clock rang through the bed as she pushed the sheets away from her. Her long legs slumped out of bed and onto the floor. The bright pink socks of the day before stay on her boney feet. The 5"8 frame stood up out of bed and deeply looked in her closet. Her chest binder, black, slouched in the corner of the closet as she began crying on how much she wants to wear it to school. She takes her hand and wipes away the tears of today hoping to not shed the ones of tomorrow.
The glass mirror caught her reflection but she saw the version she was destined to be. Same black hair, same pale skin, but more stronger as in muscles as in the type a guy has. She walked away realizing it was pointless to wonder about something that will never happen. Her hot water turned as she stepped in the shower to feel unpleasant about her body. The breasts she sees dissatisfy her. She continues on by washing her hair and drying it.
She puts on a tee shirt and jeans with sneakers. Her bra irritates her.
School was different for her. Nobody knew who the real her was. Nobody knew what it's like to not be yourself. She was unhappy and shy there, but him, he was confident and always happy.
He came out at night. To hang at the bowling alley everyone went to nowadays. Always saying that he goes to a different school. He was the crowd pleaser. Everyone at her school knew him. He always wore his black fedora and a flannel with a tie. Little did they know, that he was her and she was him.
