GIRL- A Transgender Story|Book One Of "The Students Of Buford Academy" Series

Valentina

All cats are gray in the dark. Period. It doesn't matter what I look like or any physical appearance when its cut down to it. Does it matter what I look like? Does it matter if I define as a boy or a girl..?

Why are those the things people look at when it comes to defining what I can and can't do?

I used to be a boy. My name was William. But, I never felt like that was me. It wasn't... right. I tended to find myself surrounded by girls, like my friends at my old school, that I don't talk to anymore. I'm nine years old and I'm at an art prodigy school. All the kids here are impossibly good at, well, whatever art form they study-- visual art, dance, theatre, or... Whatever. It's a very nice school, I enjoy being here. This is one place that I feel like myself.

Yes, there were stereotypes, such as the visual arts students were antisocial, dance kids were hyper extended, theatre kids talk 24/7 and don't shut UP-- Which, honestly, is kind of true. It was also stereotyped that boys should do theatre and art over dancing or Choir.

But, not the point.

I found out I was a girl, not a boy, at the age of six, around the same that I and my family adopted my little sister, Matilda Owen, now known as Matilda Lovelace.

I had always been into dance, I was in dance classes since I was about four. I was an absolute natural. Teacher's words! I couldn't imagine my life without dancing. When I was dancing I was telling a story, it was up to the audience to figure out, what the story was.

If it was a light-footed ballet ballad of a hip-hop dance session just for fun. Every type of dance has its own storyline. Just how every play has a storyline. A dance is almost like acting with just your body motion, and not talking. It's extraordinary.

I assume Matilda took this after me because she would watch me practice until almost 5 o'clock at night, then set up her favorite stuffed animals in bean bags and chairs to watch her dance. I enjoyed getting small glimpses from around her door, until she spotted me and yells at me to "Go 'way Val!"

I liked my sister, I didn't think anything terrible about her.

I transferred to Buford Academy after winning the"National Child Dance Competition" in California last year, I was eight at the time and performed my very own dance routine from the song "Starships." Matilda couldn't stop singing it and trying to learn my corriagraphy for three months!

I really like it here with my five best friends-- Xena, my mother like friend that I love ever so dearly, Jemma, my hyperextended best friend who is never late, Luna, the more mysterious friend in our group, kind of dark but super caring and understanding, Abraham and Quincy, the polar opposites. Abraham is on the football team and Quincy does quizbowl, but they get along like two peas in a pod. We're all in different art classes, well, other than Xena and I, both taking dance. Jemma is in theatre, Luna is in Visual art, Abraham in band and Quincy in Choir. We were all very different, yet so very close to one another. I liked it that way. It made our friend group feel like an open bubble.

We knew everything about each other and wouldn't trade it for the world. It's almost a miracle our friend group turned out the way it did.

Nobody ever had to know I wasn't a girl. I could dance as a girl, I could wear what I wanted as a girl and play with whatever I wished, as a girl, have long hair, as a girl. I could have it all. Everyone sees me as a GIRL. I could be a girl forever...

Or... So I thought

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Hey, guys thank you so so much for reading the prologue of my new story GIRL! I hope that it'll interest you and be a great story to read. This story would be dedicated to civillydisobidient but I'm typing on my phone, so, yeah. granted, I haven't written in a while so it'll be Rusty and it probably won't be edited much while I'm in Florida. But once I'm back it'll be great!

Love, Miki 💓

P.s. Miki is my nickname