alex and i walk into the office of the building. he goes and talks to someone behind the desk as i sit in an open seat. soon alex comes and joins me. i pull out my phone and scroll through Twitter. nothing interesting.
"caleb smith?" a man in a suit calls out.
i look at alex questioningly.
"go" he says.
i stand up and follow the man to a room.
"sit" he tells me. i do as told.
"so, caleb, how are you?" he says
"uhm, fine i guess."
"be honest with me, caleb." he retorts
i end up explaining my whole story to him and at the end he gives me some syringes, and a vile of clear liquid and says
"do two grams every four weeks okay?"
"what is it?" i ask
"it's testosterone, or T for short." he answers
"oh, okay." i smile
i walk out and meet alex. i immediately hug him and say thank you.
"now trapped might not be for long." he says
YOU ARE READING
Trapped
Teen FictionCaleb is a sixteen year old boy who feels as if he's trapped, in his own body.
