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Four

Sorry, everyone.

College is taking the best of me and I have not been inspired to write.

Also, I just don't want to write this story all at once like I did did the last one.

Hope you understand, my lovies.

Here we go though.

Take this as an apology.

Thank you for waiting.

WARNING: transphobia

All was quiet.

My eyes were wide, my hands shaking as I looked at Kirstie's angry eyes.

Mitch is transgender?

He, she, they?

What is he? Her?

This is all confusing.

I don't understand any of this. 

Mitch is physically a boy, but he (she?) identifies as a girl.

What does this mean?

I was about to speak again when Mitch sniffed, tears in his eyes as he looked at his older sister. He looked hurt, shaking his head as he wiped his eyes.

"Yo-you outed me." Mitch whimpered, his hands shaking as his hand stayed on his cheek. Kirstie gasped, the anger in her eyes turning into sorrow. "You promised that you wouldn't tell anyone, but you did anyway. Secrets aren't meant to be shared."

"MiMi..." Kirstie whispered, wanting to catch up to her bro-I mean-sister (right?), but Mitch already took off. Hi-Her balloon was released and the coloring stuff was thrown on the ground. Kirstie bent down to pick the stuff up, glaring at me as she shook her head. "I hope you're happy. Why couldn't you be patient?"

I was about to talk to her, but Kirstie took off. She managed to catch Mitch, but she, not he, pushed Kirstie back. Kirstie was hurt, but Mitch was crying and it broke my heart.

Am I the reason why I made them upset?

If I am, I can't help but feel sorry.

I ruined two of my greatest friendships and I hate myself for it.

I sighed, walking down the sidewalk to my house. My house was close anyway so it didn't matter if Kirstie drove me back or not, but I just wanted to apologize. I never meant to be ignorant or mean, I really didn't.

I hope they understand that.

I want to accept Mitch, I really do.

But it's...

Weird.

Boys are supposed to be boys and girls are supposed to be girls.

At least, that's what I was taught.

I learned that the moment I laid my eyes on a man dressed up as a woman. I asked my mom why he was dressed up like that and she scoffed, shaking her head before saying:

"Just a man trying to think he could be a woman. It's disgusting."

Since then, I just looked at people who pretended to be the opposite sex as weird people.

But Mitch isn't weird.