I went to get some food after school. I needed something fatty. I decided to go to McDonald's. I went in and got a Big Mac. After 45 minutes of slowly eating the burger, I decided to go home. The thought of me going home and my dad disowning me sent a shiver down my spine. I slowly opened the door. I should just.... run away.
"Wait, I should run away...."
I quickly ran upstairs and took out my purple carry-on. I put in my secret stash of makeup first, so it would be at the bottom. I put in some shirts and some pants. I lastly put in my poster of Marcus and Martinus, twin brothers from Norway. Would anyone miss me? Would my dad react badly? Would he even react at all?
I went into my fridge and got some string cheese, and some Capri-suns. I then went into my pantry and got some Cheez-its and goldfish. I got my jacket and went to the door. Should I really be doing this? I must. It's the only way to peace.
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Baylie
Fiction généraleInspired by @slothsinabucket. Go check out her story- Riken. Baylie's point of view when transitioning from a male to a female.
