All or Nothing

I Hate Airports

I walked through the airport and sat down in an uncomfortable chair next to where I would leave soon. I must have fell asleep shortly after, after all, it was only six I the morning. I hate Waking up early.
"Excuse me?" A masculine voice said. I continued to stay half asleep.
"Umm miss?" The same voice called. He misgendered me. I opened my eyes and glared.
"Your flight is leaving." He said.
"Oh. Thanks" I said jumping up and grabbing my stuff.
    I ran past the man and down into the airplane. Coach seating...typical. PERSONALLY I think I deserve better than coach at this time in the morning, but whatever. I sat down in my crappy seat next to a girl about 7 year old. I got my book and my music out for the flight. It was pretty normal I guess, until the kid talked to me.
"Are you a boy or a girl" She asked.
"Umm" I blushed.
"What" she said staring at me.
I tried to change the subject "what's your name?" I said shyly, trying to hide the fact that I hate talking to people.
"Mommy says I shouldn't give my name to strangers, what's YOUR name?" She asked, smiling a lot.
"Heather"
"So you ARE a girl!" She yelped excitedly.
"Well um... sometimes people call me Heath too." I implied, trying to hide that I was upset over the misgendering.
"Than what ARE you"
I stared at her "It's not very polite to ask what someone's gender is."
"Oh... I'm sorry" she said sadly. I smiled shyly and nodded.
I quickly fell asleep in my seat after that, I was so tired. Why in the world would airports even have flights at this hour?
    I awoke when I felt my ears starting to pop as we landed. It hurts a little, so I chewed gum to help them pop.The girl next to me started to scream like someone was trying to kill her, and her mother behind me tried to calm her. Shortly after, we landed in New York, It is 1:00 now. I can see the city not far away.
    I hurried through the airplane into the airport to go get my stuff, I just want to get to my dorm and go to sleep. Then some boys came up to me.
"Hey look, its a little trans boy," They mocked. I tried to walk away, I'm non binary... not trans.
"What's your gender anyway" They demanded. Oh crap...
"Definitely a girl. Aww aren't you a cute little GIRL." They said as one of them grabbed me by the shoulders.
"Let go please" I whispered.
"Aww you are a shy little girl! You are so cute" he said laughing. Then he pushed me on the hard ground and laughed with his friends, running away.
    I don't really care that much, I deal with stuff like this almost every day of my life. It's kinda funny how people think its weird that I have such bad social anxiety, I mean if YOU were discriminated everyday because of what you identify as, you would too. I got up off the ground and got my bags, it just isn't worth pondering over. I'll probably cry over it later, but for now I'll hide any negative feeling. I got my bags and left the stupid airport in a nasty taxi that smelled like cigars.