Lucia stood at the gates, glancing up shyly. It was the first day of high school and he was not excited. Father had been gone for who knows how long and Mother was her usual self; controlling, angry, partially drunk. He had to walk to school as well, which took forever, as well as make him late. /Great./ He thought, shaking his head, /Great first impression. The teachers will /love/ me./
He stepped through the gates into the new school grounds, his eyes darting back and forth nervously, pushing open the doors and was immediately taken by the arm.
"What do you think you're doing, Miss?" the teacher insisted, narrowing her eyes.
"I-I am a-a male.." the boy stuttered, wincing as he tried pulling away from her grasp, "I was.. I was just running late, Miss, I am sorry.." he gives a small bow of his head as the teacher released her grasp on his arm.
"Well, get to class." she scolded, crossing her arms, "And I'd suggest wearing appropriate clothes next time, /Mister/." she exclaimed, gazing down at his attire in distaste.
Lucia nodded, running off down the corridor. Though, instead of heading into his first hour class - algebra - he ran into the bathroom and stormed into a stall, shutting and locking the door. /Just like the first school... And the second school.../ He thought, taking a seat on the toilet and put his head into his hands.
It was easy for him to be mistaken as a female... First off, his Mother wanted a daughter. There was no doubt about that. Which is exactly why his name was Lucia. Everyone laughed at him when he introduced himself, which is why he stopped making friends.
Another extremely visible feature was, well, he was put into a dress. Not something coloured pink or purple, just a plain out dress. It was beautifully white; a corset top laced with silver thread; the sleeves puffed out at the cuffs in similar silver lace; the skirt - thankfully - wasn't extremely puffy. It was closer to his legs than regular girl's dresses. Against his lower back, a huge silver bow was placed.
/One day... One day I won't be put into a dress. One day, I will actually get to be a boy. One day, I will get to be me./ He thought, silent tears spilling down over his cheeks without having realized it.
He heard the bell for second period. /I should head to class./ He thought, sighing and wiped away the tears, heading out of the bathroom. His pinkish-red eyes wided at the sight of so many students. It was true he moved to a larger district, but he didn't know just how large. Not until he saw the number of students rushing about.
For a couple moments, no one seemed to bother him. They chatted with friends, getting in their bags for books, or simply walked to class. Thinking he was in the clear, he hugged his bag closer and began off, but it wasn't long until laughter erupted in the hallway.
"Is that a boy or girl?!" he heard a strong male voice call out through laughter and suddenly, he was surrounded by the students. It was so silent, you could hear a pin drop. He gazes around slowly, his cheeks bright red. As the students erupted with laughter, he quickly pushed through the crowd and stumbled down the hallway blindly, pushing into a room. He leaned against the door to catch his breath, closing his eyes tightly.
"Are you in art?" he heard a voice call softly. He raises his head, looking up to the small group.
"Uh.. Uh, sure." he said slowly, pushing off the door. They all looked up at Lucia, some offering smiles, others remaining silent, "Who are you?"
"I'm William." the black haired replied with a huge grin, standing from the table and stepped towards Lucia, holding out his hand, "Yourself?"
"L-Lucia." he winces, taking his hand slowly and shakes it, swallowing. He takes another look around as the black haired boy - William - took a step back and gestured to the others.
