Ch. 3
The rest of the school day went on as normal, other than the "congrats" I got for Hannah's and my engagement. Hannah cried for the first couple hours in happiness. I don't know what she sees in me, honestly, but I won't look a gift horse in the mouth.
Then came the ride home. Normal. Just sitting around and a little chatting with Chloe and Brianna. After I got off the bus with Scott and Megan behind me, I walked into the small trailer I'm forced to call "home". There I was greeted by my step-mom, who now I consider my mother. My birth mom has mental disabilities, let's say, and I got mine from her, all except the Transgender thing.
I wave at her before I leave into my room to put down my backpack, then I wandered back into the living room.
"How was school?" Mom asked.
"It didn't suck. I proposed to Hannah today." At the memory, I smiled.
"I guess she said yes?" She nudged me.
"Yeah. I'm really happy. But you know we can't actually get married until I change my gender legally to male..." I faded off, my expression growing dark. Why couldn't I have just been born male?
"Didn't they legalize gay marriage in some states?" she pressed innocently.
"Mom, I'm not gay! I'm not having a marriage where our certificate says 'life partner' instead of husband and wife. I'm trying to live a normal life as a man, not a gay girl. I'm not a girl." With that, I stood up and hurried outside to think for a while.
That happens a lot, believe it or not. But it isn't my family's fault. It's my dysphoria. I can't blame them.
I ran down the street. Pretty far--too far. By the time I was done running away from my bad thoughts I had ran almost three-quarters the length of Denny Road. Bad place to be.
I looked around. I knew where I was, of course, but I had never walked--ran--that far. I saw the familiar setting that I've passed by so many times before my face hit the road and my vision goes black.
