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First Day

Tim's POV

Outside, the brown, red and orange leaves were gently cascading toward the grass, silently laying themselves on top of it. The glass reflected my features, a slightly cubby, feminine face with big dark brown eyes and black hair the landed in thin strands on my forehead. Personally, I hate my looks, I still looked like my past gender, I loathed it. I had school today. Its a new, we had to move because of something my mom did. She wasn't a good mom, I'm not going to sugar coat it. She hated me even before I came out to her about being trans. She wanted a perfect little girl. Thats not what she got. She got a gay son with a bunch of mental disorders. She doesn't know about my sexuality though, and I plan to keep it that way.

I sighed and took a step back from the window. She would come remind me to get up, so I always do it on my own. I walked across my small room towards the closet that took up a good amount of the wall. I opened the doors and quickly peeked at the clothing inside. It doesn't really matter what shirt I wear though, it's always covered up by my yellow jacket that I use to hide my body. I hate that too. I grabbed my chest binder and sighed. Why did I have to be born in the wrong body. I slipped it on. I eventually decided on a long sleeved flannel and slipped it on. I grabbed some black leggings and threw on my jacket. Yes, I may be a boy but I still love leggings, they're comfortable. I slowly creaked the door open and peeked outside. I think she's still asleep. I opened the door and slipped out, silently closing it behind me. I took small, steady steady steps trying not to wake up my mom, I know what will happen.

The stairs were the hardest part because I knew they creaked in certain places when stepped on. Thankfully I have memorized the steps and spots that creek. The first step was silent and I set. my foot down, applying pressure just to make sure that it wouldn't make a noise. The second step creaked when pressure was applied to the left side so I made sure to avoid that one. All the other steps were silent except for the ninth one, the second to last one to the end. Even the slightest bit of pressure and a creak echos across the entire house. I closed my eyes and hoped that at least this morning I could get by with being hit. I opened them and skipped that step. The my foot collided with the last step and a bump echoed across the entire house. My eyes widened and I jumped off the step and ran around the house, trying to grab all the items I didn't already have for school. Most importantly, I grabbed my pills. They made a rattling noise as I shoved them into my pocket. I grabbed a few dollars for lunch since I obviously didn't have time to pack anything and made my way for the door. I heard the door upstairs slam open and my eyes filled with unshed tears.

'No Tim, you can still make it and she won't catch you, you have everything you need, get your shoes on and run.' I quickly grabbed my worn down Converse and fumbled to slip them on as the heavy footfalls made their way down the short upstairs hallway. She would be here in. no time. I finally got my shoes on and made a b-line for the door just as I heard the footsteps reach the ten stair staircase. I opened the door and dashed outside, not daring to look back after locking it behind me. I knew she would be hungover from the night before so she would just give up once she heard the lock click. The bruises still ached from last night. I rubbed my arm, took a deep breath and left the property. The school wasn't far away so I didn't mind walking. I already memorized the directions beforehand since I knew I would have to walk. Since I avoided my beating this morning, it would be worse when I get home.

I stared at the huge brick building in front of me, anxiety rushing over my brain like water falls. Above the grey, paint chipped doors a large sign that read 'CP High school' was hanging. My eyes fluttered as I blinked back tears. My heart beat was pounding in my ears and I could feel it in my chest. The crowds around the doors were huge and already formed. But I guess I wasn't going to make friends anyway. My small steps sounded like avalanches to me but apparently no one else seemed to notice. I saw some people look at me and I felt like I was going to cry. They're judging me, I know they are. I lowered my gaze and tried to not let the tears fall. I sat down on one of the unoccupied benched and brought out my sketchbook. I gabbed the pencil that I keep in the rings. I opened up to an empty page and lightly pressed the led to the paper. The thin lines decorated the page and I slightly smiled.

The shrill ring of the school bell caused me to jump in m y seat. I looked up and saw everyone piling into the school. I gently placed my sketchbook into my backpack and rose from my seat. I took a deep breath and joined the crowd. With everyone around me I felt like I was suffocating. By the time I exited the large group of people all talking and laughing, I was almost in tears. I quickly made my way through the groups of rowdy people screaming and greeting old friends. This is one of the only reasons that I like my small form. Im shooter than almost everyone so they don't notice me. I came across a group of almost every single cliché high school movie:Jocks with a towering height, goths wit all black clothes, cheerleaders with faces painted with make up and tiny mini skirts. I rolled my eyes. Does humanity have no decency anymore? I saw a few people that looked nice but I didn't stop to introduce myself. They would all laugh.

I reached the office when the bell rang across the school, signalling that you have to go to class. I slowly and quietly opened the door and the girl at the desk looked at me. She smiled and nodded to know that its okay to come in. I opened the door and entered the room. It had a comforting feel to it. I looked at the receptionist and walked up to her desk. "Are you Tim Wright?" I nodded. "Welcome to CP High. Please wait here while I print your schedule." She rolled her chair out and stood up. I watched her disappear behind a door hen heard a printer. When she returned, she had a piece of paper. She reached her desk again and handed me the paper. "Here you go. Your first period is homeroom 2B. Have fun!" I exited the classroom, thanking her quietly, and made my way into the now almost empty hallways. There were a few stray students here and there but not many. For that I was thankful. I sighed and started to try and find homeroom 2B before the next bell rings.

I looked at my schedule to see that after homeroom I had math. I rolled my eyes. Why do they assume people to know things this early in the morning? I looked at one of the clocks on the wall to see that I had about fifteen minutes to find homeroom. I wandered another hall, glancing at all of the doors. I stopped when I came across the right door. I imagined when I opened the doors how everyones head would turn my way. 'Should I just skip homeroom? Just wait out here until the bell rings? maybe I shoul-' The bell rang and I heard chairs scraping across the tile. My eyes widened and I ran from the door as fast as I could and made my way to where I saw the math door earlier when I was looking for homeroom.

I timidly shuffled into the empty classroom. I looked around and saw that actually nobody was here. Where's the teacher? I looked at the numerous desks that filled the classroom.none of them had name tags on them so I assumed that I can pick my own seat. I walked through the rows until I reached the very back seat next to a large window. I set down my back pack and sat down. I glanced at the clock again. Honestly people. The bell rang three minutes ago. Did you get stuck in your non existent mind? Foot steps grew closer to the door way and I put my head down. Foot falls entered the room and stopped. I could tell they were looking at me, I could feel their gaze burning holes into the op of my head. More laughing and chatter grew closer and I let out a silent sigh of relief. More loud students filled the classroom and drown out that persons gaze.

Brian's P.O.V.