My Little & My Dom

Story time

( hey guys this will be the MDLB part but how they came to be)

3rd pov: Michel a young transgender boy, he had surgery at age 11. His girl name was Marina, he didn't like being a girl, he hated his girl body. The next year of school, it was his first day as a boy, at James Dixie Middle school fifth grade. The teacher goes over role call to see if the students where in the right class, Michel was a shy quiet boy, he used to have friends when he was girl but they left him when he said he was gonna be a boy. So he was a lone during his transformation,  no friends, no one his age, but he had his family and that was enough, but sometimes it wasn't. 

"marina Jackson" The teacher called out, Michel blushed. "I'm not Marina anymore" He muttered "hm?" The teacher couldn't hear him, his small voice even in silence couldn't be heard. He stood up, looking down at the floor. "I'm a boy now, so I don't go by that name. I go by Michel now, and please call me as the name I ask you too." "okay Michel" The teacher rewrites his new name into the attendance list, and the shy boy sits down. Over the years things got hard for him to deal with the bullying, the boys would even lock him out of the locker room!

By eighth grade, he hoped things would change, and they didn't but freshmen year was new. A new girl was in the school, her name was Jenny Dagmen. Her dark red hair, green eyes, talk built structure, and light chocolate skin. She seemed like a real nice girl, and she was. Her and Michel had English, gym, history, and science together. She was open about life problems of her's and Michel's, she didn't judge or ridicule like Michel expected. She didn't care if he was transgender or not, she knew no one was perfect, and didn't expect any one to be.

The two would hang out to study, or just hang out at each other's house. It was a day for a November, and it was after thanksgiving, so that was some extremely good weather.                           Michel walked to his friends house like he always did, he was crossing the long street. The poor boy, he was just crossing the street he had the right away. Next thing he knew, he was hit by a car. 

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Jenny's pov: I heard a loud screech of a car, it was very close to my house. My mom who's a little nosy, walks out to see if it was anything bad, I walked out with her. I see someone laying in the middle of the road, and the car door open with a girl vomiting next to the vehicle. We get closer and closer, I'm now petrified. Lying in the road is my friend Michel, he lies their blood  painted the road. My mom had her phone and is already calling 911, I try to see if he's still able to wake up. Calling his name was no use, he was unconscious. I called his mom, when the ambulance arrives and they drive off with my friend, and the police are handling the girl. "Hello?" Mrs Jackson answered "Hi Mrs Jackson, it's me Jenny." "Oh hey Jenny, what's up is Michel there?" I know he usually calls his mom, so she knows he got to my house okay. But today was a totally different answer. "Um Mrs Jackson I'm sorry to say" I chocked on my words, the lump in my throat makes it difficult to talk. "He's not here, Michel was hit by a car." I hear a blood curdling scream, my heart sunk to my stomach. 

We arrived at the hospital, and sat in the waiting room. His mom said she'd be there soon, I sat there. In the cold hustle, the cold silence, the cold aura. Mrs Jackson walked in thirty minutes later, and sat with me and my mom. We didn't say anything, we didn't move, we didn't check the time. We waited, we sat there waiting, waiting for results, good results. Soon a doctor walked over to us, and gave us information about Michel. "Michel, is lucky very lucky. He does have a concussion, a broken wrist, and slightly battered ribs, His ribs will heal on their own but it will need proper monitoring. He just needs a cast for his wrist, and we've got his head injury stable. If you'd like you can see him, he should be awake by now." The doctor offered, we took the offer, and followed him. 

We walked into the room, the monitor beeped rhythmically, Michel's chest rose and fell. A nurse was placing a grey cast on his hand, there where bandages around his head. "He'll have to stay here for three days, so we can keep a close eye on him." I nodded , but couldn't keep my eyes off of Michel. His mom kissed his cheek, and we left to go home. I didn't want to leave his mom, I know she was suffering the most.  When I got home my dad was worried along with my brother Eddy. "where have you two been?!" My dad asked rushing over hugging my mom, Eddy looked at me, I didn't answer. "why didn't you answer your phones, we were scared?!" Dad continued to ramble, I walked away, and closed my door to my room.  

I couldn't stand to hold back my tears any longer, I cried softly, and quietly. "Dinners ready" I was told, dinner, food, I didn't even feel like eating. I didn't move from my bed facing the window, the window where I could see the scene of the incident. Motionless, except the teas that run down my cheek. I didn't know the time but it was dark outside, I still lay there, on my bed.       "sweetheart it's me dad-" "and Eddy" "can we come in?" "sure" My voice weak from not using it for a while, the door slowly opened. "We're sorry about earlier, mom told us." Eddy's words dropped slowly, like a spinning top slowing down. "How is he?" "Doctor said he'd be okay, just a concussion, broken wrist, and battered rib." I listed dully, I felt warm hands run through my hair. "so close to our house" I muttered aimlessly, my brother pulled me over to face him. He was laying on the bed in front of me, he hugs me warmly. I feel hazy in his arms, I close my eyes, only to fall asleep with him.