Mending Broken Wings..

A Strange Encounter

Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit.. Fuck me.. Guess who I see? I see Clyde. I'm fucked, I'm fucked, oh my God I am so fucked. And Clyde's got friends here with him, oh my Jesus fucking Christ I am so fucking fucked. Please just, somebody like, fucking kill me right now please for the love of God and everything that exists. I've only been here for ten fucking minutes. I work at Square-K, and it's a weird name, yeah, but hey, I have to get paid somehow.

I pull my work cap a little bit lower to cover my eyes, and cast a bit of a shadow over my face. I really don't want Clyde to see me, I really want him to just go to the other register with his friends and leave, as much as I like Clyde, I just feel.. Kind of embarrassed, but I really do love working here, never get the wrong idea about that.

"Oh, Ethan! I had no clue you worked here! Hi!" Clyde beamed at the counter.

Fuck me, then. Well there goes that then. I am fucked I am fucked, I am oh so truly fucked-

"Hey, Clyde.. What do ya need?" I asked, making sure to plaster a smile onto my face. If it wasn't faker than all the hoes at my school then, I don't know what's fake anymore..

"Just these six candy bars, and we're good to go." Clyde smiled brightly, and handed them to me. I scanned them and wondered when will the God damn humiliation just fucking end me, and kill me, how the fuck and I not dead yet? I gave him his bag, and he paid me, I gave him his change, they left. The fucking end, I hate my damn life..

I walk home, it's around seven PM, therefore, I work four hours. Four. Not much, and on Sundays I work maybe five, if I'm even called in on Sundays at all, because I usually have the weekends off. They know my home situation, too. And the trans thing.. My coworkers and boss are super understanding and awesome. I really do appreciate them, they're fucking bubbly and happy, though. But that's not like, a bad thing or anything, I just.. Never really expected all that many happy people in my life, and yet here I am..

I get home to something that isn't too normal, my mother's home.. Fuck me, just the God damn, motherfucking cherry sent from hell on top of my day that can be described as a burnt fucking cupcake, God damn it, fuck today.. Just fuck today.. With a cactus..

My mother strokes my hair the moment I'm inside the house and my shoes are off.

"Hey, Elizabeth.. Sorry I'm never home.." she spoke softly, and gave me a kiss on the forehead, "But I just stopped by to let you know, that I am going out tonight, and you can make yourself and Daniella dinner." she said, before giving me a quick "Goodnight." and leaving, shutting the door behind her. I lock it. And I wonder why the fuck this is my God damn life.

Dad walked out on us a long time ago.. Daniella and I were young.. I was like, eleven, and that meant that she was ten years old. I fucking hate this bullshit.. He was always here for us, hey and to top it all off, he left around the time I found out that I was transgender.. But if he was here right now, I'm sure that he would accept me for who I am. Mom? Probably not. I'm fucking betting..

I ended up cooking breakfast for dinner for Daniella and I, and then we were off to bed, of course..

The week practically flew by. Like, a lot. James, Carrie, and I have been getting closer by the day. Carrie's honestly one of us. And she's great. She has a bisexual girlfriend, who she's introduced to us, and she's just as awesome. Carrie's fun, and sarcastic, and she throws all types of shade in all directions. Girl has no shame, we love our lesbian Goddess friend.

It's Friday now, and we're at lunch, James, Carrie, her girlfriend Rebecca, who's super chill and has her hair dyed the bisexual colors and rocks it, and then there's me. Literally, we're the only four people at this fucking table and it's gorgeous. I watch as Clyde walks by with his friends. Clyde's just.. Decently popular and I'm just decently.. Well, not. Like, at all. Hah, fuck people. Except James, Carrie, and Rebecca. Carrie's mentioned to me that she actually has a little sister who's the same age as Daniella. Hey, who the Hell knows, maybe those two know each other?