Chapter One

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         I woke up this morning to the sound of moving vans. I decided to get out of bed, against my better judgement. Walking over to my closet, I grabbed a grey hoodie and threw it over my head, slipping a pair of sneakers on. My phone began to ring the familiar jingle to skype. " 11:30." I muttered to myself, "Frankie is right on time." I picked my phone up off the bed flopping in to my blankets messily. My finger slid across the screen Accepting his call. "Yo what up Frankie?", I said loudly, hiding the sleepiness. 

     "Hey my guy. Come on you know the rule!", He said with an excited tone. Sighing I got out of bed and walked over to the window. Sliding open the blue shaders and blinding myself. Frank stood at his window across the street in a red flannel and black ripped jeans, His fluffy blonde hair untouched. I struck a dramatic pose laughing. "You Look pretty shit man.", Frankie Chuckled. " But then again what's new?" "But hey Alex, My Testosterone appointment is today try not to miss me too much?", he said. I laughed lightly," Yeah okay, I can't promise I won't die from my loneliness." 

   My skype call ended abruptly with Frankie Flipping me off from his window and running away. Frankie is my best friend. No one at School besides me Knows that he was a she.  I always knew, he was so uncomfortable with his body, and not gonna lie I'm proud of him, Takes balls man.

  After a while of playing games on my phone, there was shouting from downstairs. "Hey Al, Are you ready to go?", my mother called. 'Huh', I thought to myself then it hit me,'Oh shit hockey practice.'  Bolting down the stairs and out the door, I swung my car door open in hopes my gear was in the car. Of course it wasn't. On the other hand I did see the new neighbor next door. She seemed about my age if not younger. Her hair was Died an electric blue, it was in a messy bun. The Girl seemed to be in some kind of rush. Snapping out of my thoughts, I quickly grab my gear and keys, running back to my old rusty pick up and headed to practice.

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