It's been a week since Dan started sitting at my table. We always talk about me but never about him. I don't know why. He's gotten me to speak up a little more. Occasionally, someone on the "popular level of the highschool social pyramid" will act surprised when they hear me talk. I don't blame them.
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Transgender || phan (book 1)
أدب الهواةA boy across from me is staring. Maybe it's because I'm looking through female hairstyles instead of men's. I glare at him. Homophobic trash... The boy who use to sit across from me is still there. As I pass him, his name gets called as well. Dan.