Part 2

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(The pictures from the top are with the ones just above^-^ this is her outfit)

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(The pictures from the top are with the ones just above^-^ this is her outfit)

FREYA

Its 6:00am in the morning, school starts at 9:30. Why do i get up so early? Because i have to leave before papa wakes up. I rush to my wardrobe and pick a pink dress and white flats, natural eyeshadow with bubblegum pink lipstick.

Ever since mam died 4 years ago, papa has become a heavy alcaholic, an abusive one at that. He loved her dearly, but every time he sees me he hits me and tells me its all my fault.

As i am walking out of my room i admire the pictures of the once happy family. We, from the outside, look like the perfect family. We are quite rich and papa, now that he is a different person, has become quite the homophobic ass. When we leave the house we put on big happy smiles, fancy clothes and pretend to love eachother. I hate being in public, i am forced to have long hair, a caked face of makeup and fancy dresses and shoes. I am not allowed to change this.

I am brought out of thought by the ticking of the clock above me, i have to go before he awakes.

The door is secured and not moving after i lock it, its the same as my perfect mask that automaticly comes on when i leave the house, no one has seen under it exept for papa and mam. As much as he hurts me, i miss papa, the old one, the happy forgiving one, but i know all to well he is long gone and so is his love for me.

School was fine. Normal. Im a popular straight A student who is "friends" with almost everyone in school, i hear all the gossip, i stop bullying, i run events to raise money for charities on thier specific days of the year, i am perfect to everyone and no one sees differently. Or so i thought.

There is a girl in class, Rachel. She has gorgeous black hair with the tips dyed mint green, she wears blue jeans with pastel tops, flowercrowns and only lip gloss, some mascara and some blush. Her eyes were another thing, they didnt match. One was a golden-hazel kinda colour and the other was ocean blue with hints of green. Im staring. I walk to my seat next to the guy who has a major crush on me. I dont wanna tell him but... i already have my heart on someone. I just hope the person i love is accepting because...






         


                                         Im trans.

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