Caring Friends

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Freshman Year. So here I am a freshman in my first period p.e. I have never once liked pe, it was too much work and tiring, well for me. The only p.e. I would get is running races with my sister or jumping on my neighbor's trampoline, possibly boxing and that's it. I'm completely unaware of everything and know nothing, that was only because I was merely a freshman. I get through the day alright, I occasionally got lost getting to my classes. What can I say? I was a tiny freshman unaware of anything. I did meet this one girl, her name is Xyenna Petelle. She seemed alright, she enjoys the same music that I do, so that's not a problem. Xyenna was skinny and had light brown skin and thick curly light brown hair, her eyes were a perfect brown, her glass thin and black rimmed, the red lipstick she wore made her lips look desirable. I laid in bed worrying if the next day will be lifeless, enjoyable, or foreign.
So this was the actual start of my journey through this horrible thing called life. I hung out with Xyenna and old friends almost everyday.
Anyways my second period is Earth Science with this crazy teacher but he's still cool. Earth Science seemed interesting, I know more than PE.
Third period, ah nothing like sweet old english to get your brain going. This teacher was a bit strict but hey she's just doing her job of making sure we're getting educated, pretty good one if you ask me. Most people would say she is a female dog, they just don't understand that she is a teacher! that is her job.
Fourth period, same thing nothing like a bit of algebra 1 to keep that brain running. Now this teacher is a bit off the charts some might say. She's cool but maybe a bit to cool, she's really like a hippie, but doesn't dress like those stereotypical ones.
Fifth period, almost finished with the day, I both hate and love this class. This period is Freshman success, it's a class to help us for after high school. I hate this class because it's a pain in the butt, But I love the teacher, because she is fan of Doctor Who also-I am obsessed over that show-as a matter of fact she holds the meetings for the Doctor Who club, every time there's a meeting we just watch doctor who, it is amazing.
Sixth period, Math Support, this guy oh my phimigod. I'm just sitting here profiling or reading him, you know like they do in shows or movies. He was a socially awkward guy in high school, you could tell. Thank the lord that this is the last period. This period for me is really just to chill out.
When I arrive home I do nothing but text Xyenna. She's shy but I still love her as a friend. I just got to help her out of her little shy shell. Xyenna is like my twin, a twin that I never had, the true family that got separated from me. I hate my family so much, I hate them for not understanding and thinking that what I'm going through is nothing but a phase. Also making me feel like that their careless if I kill myself, I feel they'd rather have a dead girl than a happy boy. Hopefully my school is better than my family. I am feeling like my heart is going to burst out of my chest when I crawl out of the closet to my friends.
As I fall asleep the thoughts of my friends not accepting me hurt me like a knife. I would hope I will get respect but I'll worry about that later right now I got to figure out how I'm going to do it. My last thoughts rest and go away until morning.
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The next morning I arrive at school so tempted to tell my friends to spilling out with the words "I'm Transgender". School ends and once again I find myself texting Xyenna. I talk, well I guess you could say text her about everything about me and she does the same. She and my other friend named Sidiga, we call her Sid for short. Sidiga was also skinny and had an Indian tan and black thick wavy hair, her nose was a cute perfect nose, and her eyes a dark brown that made you want to stare into them all day. Anyways we text all throughout the night making inside jokes. I decide to come out as 'Colton' to both Xye and Sid. They surprisingly took it well. The night appears and we say goodnight and end the groupchat.

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I wake up to find the same feeling I get every morning, nausea. I try telling my mom that I was feeling rather sick today and didn't want to go to school with the fear of vomiting in front of everyone. She didn't take it, and decided to push me to get up and get ready for school. All morning I was scared, depressed, and tired. This led to Xyenna talking to me and comforting me like I was her own child. She then hugged me, I closed my eyes softly at the warmth of her chest, I had felt like I was home. She had released gently from the hug from there this new feeling, a new emotion had been born. I wasn't quite fond of this feeling, and I just knew I had to get rid of it, this feeling was unacceptable.
Chapter 4
Sophomore Year
Time has passed and I'm in the middle of my sophomore year. Freshman year I learned who was who. Like who were the bullies, the popular kids, and nerds. After receiving a warm hug from Xyenna I had set my steps in the direction of my next class, preparing for headaches, when someone trips me. I fall face first, my palms touch the ground before my face met the ground saving myself. Before I could turn to see who had tripped me, they started kicking me in my stomach making my fall to the ground this time I couldn't save myself. I curled up grasping my stomach in pain from their kicks. The two people of the group hold me up, my head down in shame and fear. I try holding in my tears of pain, but it was too much. The "leader" punched me right in the chin, and had made my lip bleeding and me falling to the floor again, but harder. I wanted to cry for help but I knew if I did, the school would find out everybody's hiding spot.. I just held in my cries. I lay on the ground, bleeding, bruised everywhere, with no sounds of their chuckling slowly fading away as they walk away. I cry one last tear and feel like a cold dead body laying lifeless on the unbelievably cold paved road. I try to get up and think to myself 'what's the point?' and plop back down on the bitter pavement and quickly fall asleep.

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