Everything Is Difficult

Chapter One

"Trina! Where's my green day shirt!" "I don't know Hemmings! Look for it!" I look down at the green day shirt on my bed and change into it. I run downstairs and get my skateboard and skate to school. No way am I letting Luke see his shirt on my binded body. I had bought a binder using Michael's credit card. He's the only one who really supports me. Its been eight years since I first told my mom I wanted to wear boy clothes, 1) because they're cool and 2) because I'm trans. But since I was seven i was terrified of coming out to my mom as a gay transgender male. Not even Michael knows I'm gay. Life just.. its complicated. "Hey freshman, wanna shake that ass for me a bit?" I look to my left to see a jeep filled with senior soccer fucks. "No, but I can whip out my 6 inch Harry Potter book and slap you with it? How's that sound?" I give him a sarcastic smile. They rolled up their windows and sped off. Tsk, assholes.

     As I get to the gate I pick up my skateboard and dash to my locker. While putting in my combination i was pushed into my lock and the door was closed and locked behind me. "Help me! Let me out! Help!" I scream pounding on the cold metal. My breathing came out in shaky breaths. I'm so claustrophobic ever since Luke threw me inside a luggage and closed it when I was six. He was a lil' shit. "Trev?.." I heard Michael's soft voice. "Michael? Michael help!" I screamed with my voice breaking. He put in my code and set me free. I hugged him and I wouldn't let go. I dug my fingers into his arm and closed my eyes. My breathing shaky and rapid, my legs shaking. My eyes clouded with tears. Michael just hung on tight.

   We decided to skip class, instead we went to a small park. It's in an abandoned elementary school. As I sat at the swing, Michael crouched in front of me, keeping both hands on the chains beside my head. "So what's it like? Knowing you're different and not being able to express it?" (Btw I'm non-binary so idk. I'm deeply sorry if I get this wrong but I have a trans friend and he explained this to me when we were getting to know each other two years ago. Sorry if I get this wrong...) "it's like... think of a gingerbread cookie. When you role out the dough it's got all these extra bits but is still a gingerbread cookie right? Well it's like me. I've got all these extra parts but I'm still a boy. I just need to be shaped." I look at Michael to see his eyes stuck on me. "When do you turn 18?" "In 3 years, why?" "You and me. We leave to where ever you want." "Wait like... run away?" I look at him as if he's got an extra head. "Well, no. Seeing as to we are adults by that time." I look at my lap and think for a minute. I turn my gaze back to Michael and come to a conclusion. "Heck yes. Let's do it!" I smile.