Samantha
Bzzt. Bzzt. I wonder who could be texting me at this hour of the night, I think to myself just to myself, just before I turn my phones screen on.
Rose : I'm sorry Samantha, but I'm...
I
'm what? I unlock my phone, sliding across the message so I am automatically at her texts, and then I see, I'm sorry Samantha, but I'm running away from this hell hole.
As soon as I see it, I start to cry, understanding why she's doing what she's doing, yet completely appalled that she's leaving at such a young age. After a minute of thinking how to respond to her I text her back, "Rose, are you really sure that you want to do this? It's really dangerous, and you know it. Once she responds, I can tell she's already made up her mind. Rather than trying to make up her mind, I tell her to meet me at the park, and we agree to meet each other there in a half hour.
I quickly go through my room and find a United States Atlas, my make-up bag, and a pink dress with a ruffled skirt, all of which I plan on giving her after I drive her an hour south. I really hope she likes this stuff, I think, If she doesn't, then I'm going to feel terrible. No, she'll like it, what am I thinking?
I get my keys, and my wallet and goto the car, hoping that this is all just a cruel joke.
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Once I reach the park, I park my car on the opposite side of the than Rose will arrive at. I get out of the car, and as soon as I do, a sudden wave of emotions runs over me. I try to ignore them, so I lightly jog to the other side of the park, and as soon as I do, it hits me, In an hour and 20 minutes I won't see Rose in person again, unless its in four years, or if I come to visit her. Realizing that, I sit down on the bench that I stopped by, and start to cry. I won't be able to watch her grow up, or date. Why couldn't the world just be fair and let her be born as the female she really is... If she was, I wouldn't have to be worrying about this right now...
I continue crying for another 14 minutes, until I see Rose in the distance. As soon as I see her, I run up and hug her.
"Why hello there Samantha," she says, blushing.
I try to say something nice, but all I can manage to say is, "Rose! I fucking hate you!"
She studies what I said for a moment then asks,
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Runaway
Teen FictionRose Victorski is a 14 year old mtf transgender teen who runs away from the abusive household that she has always called home. With the help of friends, she begins a new life far away from her parents. Along the way, she meets ____. This book is a w...
