Acceptance: A Transgender Story

First class -Chapter 2

Michael stopped in front of what appeared to be the main office, panting slightly. The secretary was not pleased.

"No running in the halls young man!"

He smiled a bit, happily surprised so early in the day. She squinted, and stood up near him. The hell is she doing? She looked at his face, startled.

"Oh, goodness! I'm so sorry young lady! I thought you were a boy for a moment there."

Damn. So close.

"Mmhm. Not a problem. Really." Michael said, gritting his teeth.

It's too early for arguments, it's too early for arguments, it's too early for arguments... Ugh. I need to look into a legal name change.

"Good, good." She smiled, seeming relived not to have caused offense.

"Well, you can head to the principal's office now. She's ready for you."

He arrived at the principal's office incredibly nervous.

She began to speak, looking down at her papers instead of at Micheal. "Alright Miss Michaela. Here is your schedule and combination for your locker."

She handed them over and looked up. She sharply inhaled, looking at his rather masculine clothes. Gotta love old-fashioned adults, amiright?

He spoke, mumbling.

"Um... Actually.... I prefer the name Michael and I'm a transgender boy... I belive one of my parents contacted the school recently, requesting that I be adressed as Michael and with male pronouns." The principal, of all people, should know, right?

She rolled her eyes, looking exasperated.

"Not according to your forms you're not. Go to class Michaela. If you want to make special requests of people, you're just going to ask them yourself.

You have Mr. Ross in room 616, yes I know it's confusing, no we don't have six floors, it's on the third. Go away now, some of us are adults, with actual problems and work."

Under her breath, she whispered "Freak."

Michael sulked away, pissed. What. A. Bitch.

He finally got to Mr. Ross's class. Well, he hoped it was his class. He hesitantly walked in. Mr. Ross was going over names, with all the kids rolling their eyes. All the kids looked at Michael, judging him, staring... Or maybe he was just being paranoid. Mr. Ross smiled at him.

"Hello. You must be Michaela, the transfer student." He said warmly.

Michael him the same thing he told the principal, but quieter, so that not the entire class would hear. He braced for Mr. Ross's reaction.

"Ah, alright." He turned to the class.

"Heh, my bad, looks like there was a mixup. This is Michael, the new transfer student. Michael, please take a seat.

He gestured to a empty chair in the second row.

Phew. Other than Miss. Bitch, so far, only the normal amount of horrible.

Michael sat down and looked around. There were about 15 girls and 12 boys, himself not included. Most of the girls were taking notes, but some were just passing notes. A few boys were sleeping, but most were doodling. Typical classroom, then.

Mr. Ross was droning on and on about formulas and glucose or... something. Michael stared at the clock and zoned out.

Picture of Mr. Ross up top ⬆