trans.

hair.

I look in the mirror, at my black hair, my hazel eyes red from crying, and my hand holding scissors.

The sound of hair being cut fills the room. Clumps of hair fall to a small pool at my feet.

"Just a little shorter.." I speak softly to my self.

"heh i have like a 2008 Justin bieber hair cut." i say as i shake my head having the loose hair falling out.

okay first off. this story is probably going to suck so much. And i have never felt comfortable as a girl. I like girls. I don't have a nice face, People call me pretty and beautiful ect. but i hate my face. i hate my self.

looking in mirror i think to my self "how the fuck am i going to hide this from my mom..oh well no going back."

i sneak to the bathroom and start the water. the steam fills the room. i would turn on the fan, but why? to see the scars i've left on myself? or the things separating me from being who i really am.

after thirty minutes i step out of the shower and fall. after picking my self and going to my room. i look in the mirror.

okay let me get something off my chest. i'm pretty awesome at cutting hair. because i look amazing.

i crawl into my bed and drift to sleep.

5:28

the red numbers shine bright in the dark as a annoying as hell noise screams threw my room.

i slam the off button and get ready for school.

"i love your hair!"

"thats a nice hair cut on you!"

"it looks better then before"

"why did you cut your hair?"

"hey butch!"

these were the comments I got all day. at the end of the school day, on my way to the buses i see my friend. He is trans. his ginger hair cut short, his face straight as he looks around.

"Hey!" i shout.

he was the only one who stilled called me a guy when i said i don't feel comfortable as being a girl and that i wanted to be a guy, even thou i had long hair.

"what up my ma- Dude! your hair! i love it!" he shouts back as i run toward him.

i wrap him in a bear hug

"thanks!" I muffled threw his shirt.

"no problem!" he laughed.

"well i should be getting on the bus." I murmured as the buses honk

" haha yeah." he says as he lets go.

just then his girlfriend walks over and grabs his hand.

she says shes my friend but i think we drifted apart sense last year.

I feel a pang of jealousy and i don't know why so i brushed it off.

i walk onto the bus and sit down and wait to get home.

my mom found out about my hair. She hated it and yelled at me a lot. my dad was fine with it.