"Isabella, get your ass in here!" A deep voice shook my door and I sighed, wondering what I did this time. I put my notebook down and got up, if I took to long it would just be worse so what's the point.
"Yes dad?" I poked my head in the kitchen where he stood, arms crossed, anger in his eyes.
"Why is there pasta stuck to the fucking wall young lady?" I hated when he called me that!
"I was testing to see if it was done last night, I thought I got it all bug I guess not. I'll clean that up now." I half-heartedly smiled at him and grabbed a sponge out of the sink next to me.
"Yes, I know you will. And there better not be a stain on my wall!" He grabbed his newspaper off the counter and pushed past me, probably going to his chair in the living room, right outside my door, to watch tv. I peel the dried noodle off the wall, hoping there was no stain. I scrub the remainder off the wall and pad it dry. It looks alright I guess.
After sucessfully escaping back to my room, I picked up my notebook again. We have this stupid homework for drama which really isn't stupid I just have stupid writers block or whatever. Maybe I'll draw. Ooh, or I'll go on YouTube!
I decide on that and dig my laptop out from under my keyboard and about a foot of dirty clothes. I flop back on my bed, avoiding all the hard objects on it and open it up, pondering who I shall start with. Hmm, Pewdiepie it is.
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Trans: Phan
FanfictionThis story was inspired by my best friend @hopeisallyouneed847 who recently came out to me as transgender and goes by Dan now. I decided that I wanted to write a Phanfiction about them transitioning and then becoming Danisnotonfire. They are wonderf...
