I wake up dreading the fact I have to go to school. I crawl out of bed almost crying. "Do I have too?" I say to mother. "Of course you do, it's you're first day of eighth grade. It'll be great, autumn." hearing that name makes my heart drop. Trying to avoid the response I reply "I know you're wrong but whatever." My mother's response to everything "Watch your mouth , young lady" again my heart dropping I go into the bathroom and lock the door. Sliding on my pants I look into the mirror and realize how much my curves stick out and how much I hate it. Why is this me? Why am I here? I have no friends in most of my classes.
Skip ahead a hour or so. I get on the bus sitting by my best friend Erika. "Hey" she says "hi" I quietly reply back as all of the other eighth graders stare at me as if I just insulted them by being alive. Today will be the worst. I can feel it. We wait outside to be let in the building and when we do I walk to mr. Rooneys class.. the art room. I sit down in a seat next to my old friend from last year, Bethany. We start talking about all of the people in the school. I look across the room and notice a certain girl. She has short black hair, she's wearing a band shirt and listening to music quietly staring down. She looks shy, I liked that. She's pretty, not in like a flower way, more of a poetic way. But that's the kind of pretty I adore.
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A Transboy Diary
Teen Fictionmy life as a rejected transgender male is getting harder and harder to deal with. Maybe one day I'll find a way to happiness. maybe.. one day.
