The loud clatter of my pencil reverberated around the entire classroom
Everyone turned to look at me
All 46 eyes on me
The teacher looked up
Make that 48
I grimace
"Well if it isn't Ms. IT"
"She's such a freak"
"Who would ever be friends with her??"
I roll my eyes
"It thinks I'm joking"
I scoff
"It thinks it's better than me"
"honey, we all know it is"
"Fuck you"
"Feel free to"
I smirk at the two's lame attempt at fazing me
The two continue arguing as I hide in my lage-ass sweatshirt
I put my headphones on
The clatter of talking is suddenly gone
YOU ARE READING
A Boy in Pink
PoetryA trans boy is depressed He hates himself, and others around him Life apparently hates him too A pansexual demigirl is also depressed For different reasons She has been thrown out of her house because she is queer And now we have our little genderfl...
