|Diary of the New Kid|
Authors note: This book is not for homophobic, trans phobic or for people that don't like horror stories.
|Introduction|
Hi! My name is Kam and I guess this is my story, but first let's start off with a little introduction, here we go! It all started when I was born and my Mom died after giving birth to me; a beautiful little girl name Kamila (Kam isn't short for Kamila by the way). My dad became extremely depressed and decided to work all day and all night, by the time I was five, I had only remembered seeing him twice. He isn't very depressed anymore and has actually a really good Dad. When I turned ten, I was starting to be bullied for looking like a boy, now I'm transgender. I'm much more confident now, and of course, when in in 8th grade we have to move, I honestly don't even know why, it's about starting fresh or something. I and Dad are moving to a little town called Ridgedale, it seems nice there, but I'm scared of bullies or meeting new people, or actually just people in general.
|Chapter One|
"Kam, can you come help me load the truck please?" Dad calls from outside. I walk over to my window and call back to Dad "Yeah just let me finish packing this box." then I walk over to my closet and grab the rest of my shirts and put them into the clothes box. I walk out my door, down the stairs, through the kitchen and out the door and almost trip. Then I go over to Dad and start handing him boxes to put into the moving truck. "Are you sure we have to move?" I mutter "Yes, this is what your Mother would have wanted." I pass him another box, "Are you sure? She's literally buried here we can't just leave her." Dad looks at me "I'm sorry, but we need to start fresh." I run back inside and hear Dad call my name, I ignore him. I run upstairs and start crying. "I'm sorry Mom, I tried..."
Were finally in Ridgedale, the drive felt like it took forever, I had to follow Dad in our car the whole time, and it was dumb. We pull up to our house and see a black-haired boy sitting there. I hop out of the car and run up to him "Hi, I'm K. and you are?" He asks politely. He has a sweet and calm voice. "Uh, nice to meet you I'm Kam, Kam Violett." I mumble. "Yeah, I live across the street. I like your hair, it's very colorful." He remarked "Oh thank you." I walk past him and go inside the house, he follows. "You can stay the nigh-" Before he can finish, I interrupt him. "Nope, no thank you." I run back outside. "You can help move stuff inside if you want." I walk down the path and down to the truck "Dad this is K, our new neighbor." Dad turns around and walks over to K to shake his hand. "Nice to meet you, I'm Kam's Dad and I hope the both of you become very good friends." Dad says "O-oh nice to meet you as well, sir" Dad looks at me, and I look at him, we both start laughing. "What's so funny?" K asks confused "Nothing, just don't call me sir, just call me Mr. Violett" Dad laughs a little more "Oh I'm sorry sir- Mr. V, can I help you guys unload?" "Yes, go grab some boxes and put em' inside" Dad passes K and I each a box.
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Diary Of The New Kid
Teen FictionThis is just a simple story about a 15 year old boy named Kam and his odd friendship with another boy named Kass