What Do You Want From Me?

Part 1

"BEEP BEEP, BEEP BEEP" is played on repeat as I shoot my head up and hit something hard and yell,

"AHH" I scream as I freak out and fall out of my bunk bed onto the cold concrete ground of my one room house. Realizing I was not about to be blown up by a bomb I relax a little bit but not really knowing whats happening. My 11 year old bother Carel askes/yells,

"Eli what are you doing?!" as my mother jumps off the couch and says in a clam scratch morning voice,

"What's happening? Everyone quite down." Carel jumps off the top bunk looking like he is going to land on me. He hits the floor with a loud thump that made it sound painful but he showed no emotion. He was barely a foot away from me, way to close and he knows that. Then he said all snotty like and mean,

"They fell off the bed," I use different pronouns like they and them. I am technical a boy but I take girl hormones. I never truly felt like a boy and never really felt like a girl. I am 15 and have been going by they and them for 3 years. It started when I figured out I was bi.

"Sorry," I say "Not used to the new alarm clock yet." My heart still racing I stood up and felt the hard floor under my feet. I practically slapped the alarm clock I was so annoyed by the sound it was making when it stopped my headache went away. I walked to the bright pink colored bathroom put on my black, green, and light blue plad school skirt a white button-up shirt tucked in the skirt. A black sports coat and a green tie with my school logo on it. I walked out of the bathroom getting a chill from the cold floor on my feet. I got a pair of white socks from under my bed. Then a slice of toast out of the toaster set up on the only table in my house. As I walk away from the toaster I realize the bland flower wallpaper is starting to come off. I grab my lunch box and bag shove my folders in my sparkly black backpack and leave.

"Bye?!" my mother yells out the door and I wave goodbye as I get on the bus.

The bus. It's worse than school. They see my house and make fun of it no more than that they torment me about something I can't help at the age of 15. But soon I will get a job and pay for things like repairs on the house and food. I sit alone because on the bus I don't belong the world seems to hate me. It makes me feel as if I don't deserve to be here.

I sit with my backpack on my lap lunch box on the floor under the seat it always gets hot but I want there to be room if anyone ever wanted to sit by me. I squish myself in the corner of the seat to keep from moving around as my bus driver hits all the holes. I stare out the window fogged up in one spot around my mouth from my breath and watch as the trees go by and houses that are big enough for 5 families to live in and I think to myself "Out of all the lives I could have lived, why did God choose this one for me?"

-A.N.-

Sorry this chapter is so short but I thought it would be a good place to end. If you enjoyed this please vote and comment what you think I should name this because I'm not good at naming things. The one that I like the most will be the new name of this story.

Summer is coming if you are not already on break. Oh, who am I kidding I know the only people that follow me are from my school. So I know you're not on break yet unless you're reading this a week after I posted it. If so get with it. Anyways that means I will not be able to post on any of my stories that I started. Which sucks especially for me because I love to write I don't care if no one likes my stories I do so I keep writing. Also if you don't like my stories don't read them.

Love all of you! <3