Anyway, this is yet again in Cas's POV
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Yes I am aware that this chapter is extremely short ...
"Mom I've told you thousands of times, call me Cas"
"But Cassandra is an awful name"
"Then why is it my middle name?" She pauses.
"Honey, what are you wearing?" Mother questioned, referring to my ripped jeans and red flannel shirt.
"Clothes" I respond, returning my voice to my normal pitch (which I hated doing) so she wouldn't become suspicious.
She nodded and stumbled off. I thanked the dark lord Satan for my mother being a very tired drunk... Unlike my father.
I grab my earphones and attempt to untangle them. After I fail miserably I listen to my music. Mainly just 'Twenty Øne Piløts' and 'Melanie Martinez'.
I smile as I hear the familiar tune of 'Dollhouse' playing.
Hey girl,
Open the walls,
Play with your dolls,
We'll be a perfect family
I close my eyes and hum along with the words.
Hey mom,
Please wake up,
Dads with a slut,
And your son is smoking cannabis
Before I know it, I'm already singing along.
"D O L L H O U S E, I see things that no body else see's!" (Shit I accidentally started singing again...)
"Honey, can you please be a little quieter" I go silent, my mom goes through a lot so she deserves her sleep.
I check the time on my phone. Four Fifty it read. Maybe I should eat for once. . . Nah!
I look to my brothers wall of 'quotes'- well its also my wall of 'quotes' considering its also my room and I write shit on there as well.
I glance to my favourite. 'Gø Fuck Yøurself' it read, in bold silver marker.
How inspirational
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I walk into a pole on my way to my locker, well there goes my chance at being unnoticed. I hear people giggle at my misfortune. Yay.
"Good going Angela" I cringe at the use of that name.
"Why can't you just accept the fact that I'm a guy?"
"Cause you're not" ouch. Sure he'd make fun of me about me being trans before, but he'd never up front just said that I'm not a guy in any way.
"You're closed minded dick, you know that?" And with that I pushed past him and continued my epic quest to find my locker.
Once I finally reach the ugly ass metal locker I begin searching for more threats and messages written on it.
'kill yourself' already tried that.
'Lesbian' nope.
When I look for more I'm surprised at what I find.
'You're braver than you know'
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