Normal. A LGBTQ Story

Beginnings

  I stared at myself in the mirror, and re-adjusted the piece of paper taped on my chest. On the paper was two symbols, two symbols that meant everything, a male symbol and female that intertwined at the circles. I forced a smile, it looked almost normal considering how often I would do it. I sighed and let my smile drop,I quickly walked down the stairs and picked up my bag, not letting myself stop. Throwing closed the door I began the short walk to the high school, just around the corner and down the street. Self-consciously nudging past other student I picked my way through the crowd,"Ewwwww so your like. Pretending to be a girl?" a familiar snotty voice caught my ear and I turned to see Macenna. Macenna is like the antagonist in this story, she was the stereotypical blonde mean girl that picked on the less fortunate than her...or anyone part of the LGBTQ for that matter. A male symbol with a female was proudly printed on her chest. I fiddled with the paper attached to my chest and hoped it wouldn't come off. Macenna was standing over top of an unfamiliar person, they had long chocolate brown hair that fell a little further than their mid back. Macenna kicked the person once and then seemingly got bored and wandered off followed by a small crowd as she searched for someone else to pick on. I moved towards them, trying to look suspicious, they glanced up at me, my heart got stuck in my throat. They had large pitiful golden eyes that gleamed with tears, I bent down and helped them up, "Amber, but please, i'm sorry for saying this, bu-" I was cut off by her whimper "Im sorry" she pleaded "please don't leave me..I don't want to be alone..why did she pick on me for being Trans?..". I swallowed the lump in my throat, "I can't be seen around you" I explained through my teeth, hating every word that come out of my mouth. "Why?..." she begged, "because, i'm already a target enough" The paper on my chest treated to fly away. I shoved my phone number into her hand and pushed away from her, heading in whatever direction would take me away.THUMP! I ran into someone knocking them and myself over, "Watch it!" they snapped,I felt for the paper on my chest, it wasn't there. Panic built up inside me. Macenna sat a little ways away glaring daggers at me, until, she noticed what I was doing. A sickening smile crept onto her pretty face, "So~ you're still the same huh?" she teased. Tears built up in my eyes and nearly dropped. "HEY EVERYONE! AMBER IS STILL A FAG!" She announced, drawing everyone's attention, she laughed. I was on her before I knew it. Punching and kicking, swiping at her makeup that plastered her face. She screamed and I let go. What was I doing? I ran, everyone watching me go. The streets where a blur. I don't know where I was going. But at the same time I did. Bursting into my favourite cafe and darting immediately to the bathroom. I looked at myself,My left green eye and blue right one where not only framed by bags, but by splotches of red. Tears streamed down my face, and the worst of it all, my chest. A female symbol that intertwined with a male-female combo. I was Pansexual, and I hated it. My mind wandered back to the Trans girl, I liked her, but I couldn't bring myself to go back to the school. "Mouse? Are you going to come out?" a soothing male voice drifted from the door. I opened it and was embraced by my best friend, His real name was Mike, but I called him Moose.he called me Mouse, and you might wonder, Amber? How does a revolting human like you make friends? Well. he was Gay. Birds of a odd feather stick together I guess.