Chapter 1

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It was a normal university day. I was walking to my next class when suddenly ALEXANDER THOMAS COME TO MR. CONNOR OFFICE RIGHT NOW!!!. All the heads turn to me. I didnt like all this attention so I quickly started walking towards the headmasters office, looking down. Contrary to common belief, being in the baseball, soccer and tennis team didnt make me popular. And there was a reason for this. I, Alexander Thomas was transsexual. After finishing school, I did a sabbatical year. During the journey, I realized I wasnt comfortable with the gender my body showed. So, I changed my name from Alexandra to Alexander. It wasnt a big change but it made me feel free for the first time. My parents disowned me, though.

I continued his walk until I reached a door with a big sign that read: Mr. Connor Office. Always open. What a stupid lie, I thought, as I went to the door. I froze in shock. Inside the office, sitting in silence, were three police officers, the headmaster and. I couldnt believe my eyes. ISABEL VILEXS PARENTS. I thought I could finally forget about the events that happened in high school, but life didnt seem to hear my pleads.

Umm Mr. Connor, why was I called here?. The policemens hard stare made me wish the ground would swallow me. Mr. Thomas, youre here bec-, the headmaster was interrupted by Mrs. Vilex shriek, I ask for Alexandra Thomas, not this guy!. Shit. Well here it goes, Well, Mrs. Vilex, I am Alexandra Thomas. That was the name I was given when I was born. Im transgender. Mrs. Vilexs face slowly started to turn a bright tomato red, Oh, okayumm. Well, I dont know if you knew but my daughter disappeared some years ago- I felt a strange feeling in my chest near my heart. It almost felt likeno thats impossible-  a week ago I was cleaning the house attic, when I found this, she handed me what look like, a journal?

I looked at it more closely. Yes, a journal with a lock and a note in it that said: Welcome to the story of my fucking life. Only her can read it. Alexandra Thomas knows the combination. Do you keep your promise, dear? Love, Isabel.

I was so confused. I didnt know what I had to do with all this. And with the supposed note. Weve barely talked sincethe incident. Much less exchange notes. The only time she gave me a note was when fuck. That was when realization hit me like a truck. Now that I think of it. I may know what shes talking about. And I did, I still remember that day like it was yesterday.

It was the end of year ball. Next year well be in eleventh grade! I was happy, but there was something that still haunted my mind. Isabel Vilex wanted to kill herself. She had always seemed a normal girl. She had friends. She was happy. At least that was what I had thought. So, when I saw her walking in, I quickly dragged her to a dessert hallway. I could not afford not knowing the reason she wanted to do such a thing. Isabel, please! Tell me! I want to help you. Please! Her respond shocked me. If you really want to know. Here. Take this paper. But youve to swear three things. Swear for your life. Swear that you wont tell anyone and that this wont change anything between us. Im sure you will break this two. I wont be mad at you when you do it. But whatever you do, you have to keep the note. NO MATTER WHAT. Bye, Alex. Please dont hate me. She kissed my cheek and run away. I was going to run behind her, but my curiosity got the worst of me. I read the note. I wasnt expecting what it said: I like you, Alex. Thats the big secret. Happy now? Please, whatever you do, just keep the note.1456 I started crying and I didnt even know why. People started to come and ask why I was crying. I tell them what just happen. I didnt see Isabel for the rest of the ball.

And as weird as it sounded, I kept the note. The hall school found about her crush on me. They bullied her for it. I stopped talking to her. I broke the first two promises. Just as she said I would. I felt so bad for it. But knowing she didnt hate me for it help me move on. Continue on with my life. After graduation she disappeared. I thought that without her near me a weighted would lift form my shoulders but it didnt.

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