The Tale of Dawn

Chapter 1:

I was not expecting any of this to happen. I was not expecting to live like this!

Expecting what? Live like what!? I wasn't expecting to live like freaking girl! Literally That's what! I'm internally screaming, my hormones are raging, I have no idea what I'm doing....

Hang on, let me backtrack a bit. That way, you'll know what I'm talking about. And the confusion will die down a bit.

I'll start from the beginning. When I was still an innocent looking young man who would occasionally cross dress for fun.

Hey, don't look at me sideways! I wasn't the only one doing it at my school, so there!

Two days ago...

"Chris Raymond Allen Pecker! Sit up this instant young man!"

That was the unmistakable voice of my English teacher, Miss Dean. Everyone else in my senior class calls her "General Bitch" behind her back (for obvious reasons).

You could assume that people hate her, right? One of the reasons why would be due her reputation for calling people out by their full names.

But you don't want to know about her, right? You want to know about me.

You know, about the way I look and all of that good mess. Right? No? I thought not.

So before I, um, "blossomed" into what I am now, there was nothing special going on about me in the looks department. I was this lanky guy who somewhat took care of his sort of tawny skin and shoulder-length hazel brownish hair.

I mean, I try my best not to let my hair get too greasy. But I SWORE on my dead mother's grave that I would never cut my hair. I'll be like the guy version of Rapunzel in no time if you mess around with me!

But uh, being kind of lanky makes my body neither masculine, nor feminine. So I go for a gender neutral look to brink out what I assume is the best in me. Most of the time. Oh and, I wear these Clark Kent styled horn rimmed glasses that kind of make my eyes pop. And yet keep on mind, I don't stick out like a sore thumb.... until I stumble into something or someone. Which happens a lot, might I add. Sorry, I'm 16. And my growth spurt didn't happen until after I was a 7th grader.

Enough about me though, you'll learn more later on. Le's focus on what I really want to tell you. You know, how I became different.

Remember General Bitch? She is the epitome of boring with a capital "B." I mean, come on, anybody reading this should have at least had that ONE teacher you fell asleep on. And then it's this ONE time you do it, compared to repeated offenders (such as wannabe class clowns), that gets you into a ludicrous amount of unnecessary trouble!

Let me state something else, I hate Mondays. And therefore, Mondays hate me! Keeping that in mind, when labor day weekend comes around, I get a little jittery to say the least. You see, on any normal labor day, you sleep in. Because, to hell with school!!! Now me being my silly little self, I thought that this Monday I am talking about was labor day. So number 1, I stayed up until 3:00 in the morning. Number 2, I fell asleep until 15 minutes before school starts! And 3, that is like 4 and a half hours of sleep.

So, I don't know what planet you live on. But for me, on planet Earth, it is absolutely necessary that I get at least 12 hours of sleep! No less, but a little more than that would be nice!

Oh I get it, blah blah blah science stuff, normal teens my age get 7 to 8 hours of sleep and be just peachy. Yeah, and "NORMAL" teens are also always up at the crack of dawn when the rooster COCK A DOODLE DOO's it's hello to a rising burning hell that tells teens all around the world that it is time to head back to prison, sweet prison just because they want to. Not because they have no choice but to or anything. Because life is all sunshine and monkeys riding winged unicorns that fart rainbows.