Female (Septiplier)

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Jack's POV
Ever since I was a small child I felt like I would fit more around girls. I didn't understand though that people didn't usually roll that way. I wouldn't mind being called girly or gay; because it was the fucking truth. I soon realized that as I got older people got puberty and started to change interests or change their mindset completely. I didn't though; I was still the very gay boy that played with pink girl toys. I got bullied for it but I didn't tell anyone because I thought it was normal. Normal is a funny word; Because I was never called that. I was more called a freak or girly and a fag. My parents at first thought it was a 'phase' that I would soon drop. But well, of course, i'm still the Irish fag in a school of Americans. Thats right; my family moved to America to get a better life. I'm currently in class zoning out. "SEAN! PAY ATTENTION!" The sudden outburst of a teacher spat, while I quivered in my seat. "Yes ma'am," I said quietly. I heard a few giggles from the class. I jotted down the notes quickly from the board into my Maths notebook before the teacher erased the board.

The bell soon rang and everyone packed their stuff away to go to the next class. Everyone got out of their desks but soon sat right back down after the teacher said "The bell doesn't dismiss you, I do," and everyone groaned. After a minute of slightly awkward silence the teacher said "you may go, have a good day" and everyone left. (A/N: This teacher is based off of my actual math teacher Mrs.Douglass because I hate her so fucking much, she is literally sisters with another Mrs.Douglass that I also hated. What a coincidence!)
As I trudged down the halls to go to my next class, I bumped into someone. "Oh! Im so sorry! I didn't know you were there--" I rambled until they cut me off. "Hey, it's not a problem," The guy said, and I got a good look at his face. Black hair, beautiful brown eyes, and glasses. He also had a tiny bit of stubble. Once I realized I was staring, I quickly looked away and went back to going to class. I heard a little chuckle behind me. I looked back and saw that he was.. checking me out? It was quick though, because he got embarrassed for what he was doing.
-Time Skip to the end of school-
I had found out that that guy was in band with me and a few classes. He was hot- not gonna lie. But I knew for one thing; Im trans. I found out a few months ago when I looked up on google why I was feeling different from other people. I knew I wanted to be a girl. When I was 5 I asked my mom if I could be a princess for halloween. She said no of course; but that didn't stop me. 12 years later im still wanting to wear pink and have long hair.
I got on the bus and sat down onto the gray torn up seat. I got my phone out and checked social media.
trans_japhline: on the bus rn, its sooo boring -_- 👎😐😫🙃
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markipooper: lol, me too.
abby_cat: i hate buses. they r so loud :(
sam_i_am: i just found this account :)) following! 😍😘❤❤👌
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linsay_butiful: LOL, i just found the wierdest account ever!! this "trans" guy is probably faking tbh 👎👎🔪🔥🖤😒 (@trans_japhline)
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flippinpancakes: that is so rude :/// i follow them and they are not faking! they are so nice idk why you are shitting on them
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linsay_butiful: LOL, do u really believe in that hoe?? u need to srsly look him up
flippinpancakes: *them, they are not a boy. also, learn to spell you fucking whore.
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I stopped reading after that. It was nice that flippinpancakes stood up for me, but you shouldn't call them a whore. Once I realized that we were close to my house, I put my phone up and stood to get off the bus.
Once I got inside I was greeted by my dad; arms crossed, a mean expression, and a beer bottle in his hand. "What took you so fucking long to get home you tramp?!" He yelled, spitting whilst talking. "I was at s-school dad.." I whispered, bitting my lip. "Speak louder Sean!!" He yelled louder using my real name. "I was at school," I said more confidently. "Who said I could let you go to school you little rat?!" He screamed. I huffed and went to my room, but not before saying "you're drunk dad" and closed the door. He was only like this when he was drunk. He must have been stressed over something. I took off my flower crown and rubbed my eyes with my pink sleeves. I layed down on my bed, and fatigue hit me like a stack of bricks. I was soon asleep, going into a deep slumber that could only be awoken by my alarm.