The Depressing Truth ~Prinxiety Angst~

2. The New Kid

⚠TRIGGER WARNINGS⚠ Dead name, Misgendering. I think that's all, if I missed something please tell me

When I got to school, I went to the cafeteria to see what homeroom I was in, I read through the lists until I found my name.

Mrs. Andrews class, great.

From what I've heard, Mrs. Andrews is the worst teacher to have for homeroom. She's the social studies teacher. People say that she's rude, hates her students, and fails almost everyone, no matter what. Oh, and on top of that, she's apparently homophobic. Just great. I'm pretty sure the universe is completely against me today.

I should probably get going if I don't want to be late. I don't need to give Mrs. Andrews another reason to hate me.

I walk into class, surprised that there are only a few other students there. I see Mrs. Andrews sitting at her desk. She doesn't look like a very mean teacher. "And what's your name?" she asks me.

"Veronica, but please call me Virgil," I said, hoping she's not as bad as everyone says.

"Anderson?"

"Yep, that's me."

"Ok Veronica, have a seat wherever you'd like."

"Ok"

Never mind, she's just another transphobic jerk as a teacher. This will be fun.

I go and sit in the very back of the class, hoping that no one will sit by me. I take out my sketchbook and start drawing. I don't know what to draw, so I decided to draw a couple of pride flags.

About five minutes later I feel someone tap me on the shoulder. I look up and quickly try to cover my drawings. "Yeah?" I ask, hoping that the person didn't notice my scrambling.

"Is this seat taken?" he asks, pointing at the seat right next to me.

"No, go ahead and sit there," I said, looking back down at my sketchbook.

"Thanks. By the way, nice job on those pride flags that you were so quick to try and hide," he says, and I look up to see if he was making fun of me or not.

I looked up and saw no sign that he was making fun of me. "Uh, t-thanks," I stuttered, embarrassed, and cursing myself for stuttering.

"Yeah. If you don't mind me asking, are you gay, or just an ally?" he asks.

"Uh, I-I'm gay,"

"Cool, me too. I'm Roman by the way." he holds out his hand for me to shake it.

"Virgil," I say, shaking his hand.

"Ok class, if we could all find a seat please," Mrs. Andrews says, and the class sits down "I know it's the first day, but I like to get started right away, so I'm assigning you all a group project. I'll let you pick your own groups, but if there's any issues, I will split groups up" the entire class starts talking loudly, looking for their friends so they can be in a group. "You have to make a presentation. I don't care what website you use. The presentation can be about anything you want, just as long as it's school appropriate. The presentation will be due in two weeks. You can work in groups of 2-5 people. Go ahead and start working."

Immediately the class erupts in chatter. Almost everyone goes straight towards their friends so they can get in a group with them. I just sit in my seat, waiting for the poor kid who couldn't be in a group with their friends because there were too many of them. I hear somebody ask me "You want to work together?"

I look up to see that it was Roman that asked. "Yeah, sure," I said confused. Why wasn't he going to work with his friends? "But wouldn't you rather go work with your friends or something?"