Walking into first period is like waiting for your name to be called to be executed. At least that what it feels like for me. Everyone sees me for someone else and no one knows who i really am. People would see me as a young girl who has a happy light in her bright blue eyes that compliments her bright purple hair so well; but Im truly no girl. The sound of hearing the dreaded words she or her has became such a pain that i feel should only become better or tolerable but, as days go on, it becomes worse.
It is the first day of school. Highschool. At least now i have a chance to be me from the start. Oh, and i forgot to mention I'm Alix. All of my life I've had to be the princess and the girl until one day i realized it was torture. i wanted to be like the other boys. They were taught to hunt, tie ropes, and play with fire while i had to stay back with the girls and learn how to be a mother at the age of 8.
In 7th grade i knew things were different I went from being known as the "girly girl" to wearing jeans which i never did. And then i met her. She was one of the most beautiful girls i had ever seen but i didnt know it yet. For most of that year i didnt like anyone. I used to like boys until i realized i just liked the idea of liking boys and girls were amazing. Her name was Sky. She was strange but i liked strange; with her dark long hair pulled back everyday but the short strands would dangle down in front of her freckled filled face. We started to become friends until she admitted feelings for me and it made me realize that was what i was missing all my life.
GIRLS!
After that i saw the world in a different way. It was brighter. The world was a rainbow. I couldn't believe it took me so long to see how wonderful girls are. They have the most amazing smiles and laugh like there is nothing in the world that could hurt them. And then there's that look. Just sitting in class an you look at each other and your heart just drops for them. Even when they don't care what is happening around them they can somehow look as if they are in control of the world. Except they are; they can control your world.
Okay so you must be thinking 'well they're gay', except am i? That's my whole problem. Girls are great but being one is a whole other ball game. My long hair is like a weight on my shoulders that I wish i could just rip off and my chest is like boulders weighing me down from my happiness. So, what am I. Straight, Gay, Trans, Bi? Do i even really need a label.
Lets start from the beginning. Hi, I'm Alix and im just me. I prefer He/They pronouns so please use them. I may not look masculine enough or like a "boy" but not everything is visible.
Hi everyone I'm the writer/ creater of this little book. This character does have many traits and feelings of mine so this is one of my ways of coping with life. I also obviously enjoy writing some but i hope others will enjoy reading. At this time I will just put out this part one and if y'all enjoy maybe there will be more to come. Thank you!!!! <3 <3 <3
