I like to think I'm a good kid. I like to think that, but it's rarely true. I get angry far too easily. I once pushed a kid off the monkey bars for telling me that I was girly. I got expelled from my first middle school for punching the principal in the face when he tried to kick me out of the boys' bathroom. The second one was because I pushed a girl out of a second story window after she blew my stealth cover.
I went to a public high school for a year and a half. I liked it there. I was accepted for who I am, and I was able to just be. That was, of course, until last week when my mother found out that I was out at school. She pulled me out quicker than a 16-year-old trying not to get his girlfriend pregnant. Now I'm here, at this all-girls (plus one boy) Christian academy.
I want to die.
