not afraid (girlxgirl)

˗ˏˋ chapter one ˎˊ˗

erica morgan

it's another school day...

the dreadful alarm blared through my room. it was deafening. and i absolutely hate the sound of it. the alarm reminds me that i made it through to another day and i honestly am grateful for that. but i am dreading the prospect of getting out of my bed.

i wanted so badly to call in sick. but i can't. i did that too many times this year already. don't get me wrong, i love gaining knowledge and learning something new. but what i absolutely can't stand is the people in the school.

people.

that's what i'm scared of.

yes, that's right. having to be in a place that is filled with a thousand plus students scares me. and that's what i have been going through every school day without fail.

having social anxiety sucks.

like a match made in heaven, my social anxiety comes together with depression.

one more day. just get through this one day.

that's what i say to myself every day. it's a daily cycle.

the alarm blares. wake up. roll out of bed. telling myself everything is going to be okay.

i trudged along the sidewalk leading to the school building. the exterior of the school was elegant, the kind that you would expect elite students to be from. the architecture was seemingly old but it was still very well-kept and not torn down at all.

how could a place so beautiful be so horrible?

i took my time in walking up the steps that lead to the main entrance of the school building. taking a deep breath, i pushed open the doors that towered over me. as i stepped through the main doors, it is as if i entered a new dimension.

the hallways are filled with scattered chatters of students. everyone was simply talking to their friends and catching up on the latest gossips. at least that was what i think most of them were doing. i hung my head down, hands tucked into the pockets of my jacket as i walked through the small crowd towards my locker. i counted my steps as i made my way to my destinations, praying to the heavens that i can make it through without social interaction.

fifty-four... fifty-five... fifty-six.

"hey rica, its friday and you know what it is we gonna do"

i tensed up when i first heard my name called, but as soon as i recognised that voice i was relieved.

that is my best friend, mike. mike is a wonderful white guy who is not a douche, surprisingly. even though the name might suggest so. he has been my best friend ever since we were 4 and we have lived through the worst and best times together. he's the kind of best friend that you would wish for.

and here's something for you to know about. mike, identifies himself as a boy but he was given a female body. so yes, he is a trans boy. and he's asexual.

"yes, it's our monthly night in and we're gonna watch orange is the new black today. it's my turn to choose this time, cooper. "

as soon as his last name was out of my mouth, he scrunched up his nose, disgustingly. one pet peeve that mike has is that he absolutely hate it if someone calls him by his last name and thus as his best friend, i constantly use that to my advantage and annoy him as much as possible.

"fine, the lesbian show it is then but on one condition. we have to skip the sexual intercourse scenes."

"that's the best part!" i retorted, throwing my hands in the air annoyed as i looked into his light brown orbs.

he smiled lopsidedly, skin crinkling at the corner of his eyes, with a dimple showing only at the left corner of his mouth.

"pervert!" mike mouthed the word, trying his best to look disgusted by the idea of what he would call 'the smashing of the private bits' aka sex.

we made our way together to our lockers that were located beside each other in comfortable silence.

he is my best friend. and i'm thankful for this wonderful human being.