Chapter 3 - "Walker High School And Its Enemies"
(A/N - Long chapter ahead and it has contains strong language and such, it may upset you or make you uncomfortable. Read at your own risk.)
Daniel accompanied me to my first class, which is English, and got to sit at the very front of the class. Everyone kept staring at us as if we were something different.
"Well good morning. You must be Je-"
"Josh, yeah. Good morning." The teacher gave me a quizzical look but brushed off the topic. The teacher began talking but as usual, I dozed off and didn't listened a word that they were saying. The pain I was getting because of the binder was pretty nasty. Making it hard to breathe, hard to concentrate. I excused myself and went out of the classroom running.
Once I reached the girl's bathroom, I literally ripped the binder off. I breathed in and out, short and sharp breaths. Relax Josh, you're okay. I sighed sadly, knowing all too well that wearing the binder is not a good idea. All because I accidentally slept with it, and practically destroyed my chest. I wore my hoodie back on and got out of the bathroom. Daniel was outside the bathroom waiting for me with a worried face.
"Dude are you alright?" He asked and looked at my now exposed breasts. "You're a.. ?"
I sighed and ruffled my hair, clearly pretty uncomfortable with the question. "Trans? Yeah."
He smiled sadly and embraced me with a hug, but not too tight knowing this was what caused me to leave the classroom. "It's okay man, I'm still calling you Josh." I smiled at his comment, nobody knows about me being transgender. And this made me shed a tear, really. "Aw come on man, don't go crying on me." I laughed and wiped my tear away, and with that I nodded to him and we made our way back to the classroom.
"Jenna what was that about?" The teacher asked standing besides the door to the classroom. "I'm pretty sure that he told you that he was Josh." Daniel snapped at her.
"The register says you're Jenna. Not Josh." She said with attitude, and I sighed stressed. "Okay, I don't care just let me take my class in peace." She eyed me and made way for me to enter. People stared at me, some whispered to each other, some stood there watching me in disbelief. I ignored their stupid stares and comments and made my way for my seat. And with that, the teacher began talking and I once again dozed off. But not because of the pain in my chest that my binder has given me, but by the pain in my heart that my classmates, including teacher, have given me right now.
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English class ended and I was the first one to go out. Daniel ran up to me and stood silent for a moment. I was walking without knowing where I was, I just kept on walking hoping to find something to do except going to class. "You know, you should ignore them. Be who you are."
"Oh yeah as if that were easy. Thanks Bob." Daniel stared weirdly at me because of my weird insult, but talked again. "It's hard if you think it is. There will always be bad people here, you just gotta learn to ignore it."
"And how do you know that, huh? It's easier to say, but do you actually understand what I'm feeling?" Daniel looked at me, clearly pretty mad, and said, "Boy don't you tell my gay butt that I don't know anything about what you're feeling." I opened my eyes wide in shock, mostly guilt, and sighed. "Oh Dan sorry I-"
"It's okay hun, but you gotta learn to let people help you and take some advice from others." I nodded understanding what he was saying. I do recognize that I have problems with listening to others. "I also wanted to say that we can skip class if you don't feel comfortable going."I smiled and nodded, "Let's go then."
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Daniel previously suggested to go to the school's cafeteria. And I must say, it's pretty big and cool. I didn't brought any money, but Daniel wanted to pay for me. I said that he shouldn't do that but he insisted that eating is the best way to feel better. I think not but I ordered myself some fries and a bottle of water. He ordered for himself a hotdog with empanadillas. Our food was ready and we picked them up and left in search of a good table. Far from the people giving us weird stares.
We got to a table in the corner of the cafeteria and sat down. The table had penis drawings and messages like "James + Chloe" and such. I rolled my eyes at it and started digging in my fries. I glanced at Daniel and saw him frozen. As if he just saw something and paralyzed him. I looked over the direction he was looking. "D-don't look!" He said freaking out.
"Dude what's wrong?" I looked at the direction once again and saw a group of jocks making their way to our table. And that's when I realized that Daniel knows what I'm going through. Maybe even more than to what I know.
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