Who am I

Becoming a Teenager

Age 15
My family an I moved to a small town in Sadler. The school I would soon be going to was called S&S Rams. Starting my 7th year I walked into the gym with everyone else. Meeting my new friend on day one things started out easy, we settled into our classroom. At the time my total friends count was 3. Some subjects I was extremely good in, making straight As, other classes I would make normal grades and sometimes I'd struggle with a few. By then I'd start getting headaches regularly, forgetting the day after and then the next. Having trouble concentrating  on the teaches and my work. My personality would then begin to change from there on out. My friend count grew and grew, and before I knew it I had over ten. There where two specific girls I'd hang out with. The year flew past as I continued playing my video games and visiting with my friends, then one day while I was hanging out with them they had called me Jace. A name I never heard before. It appeared out of nowhere, confusing me i pushed it aside and the days past. The name continued to be used, there parents would use it as well and I couldn't understand what had happened. My clothes style changed to males, I'd feel differently, sound and walk different. Things just seemed to happen and I wasnt able to explain it. I came up with "it's just a phase" pushing it aside as I did with everything else. Finding myself on social media apps I'd spend most of my time on Kik, joining gay groups and feeling different than normal, the way id think changed, along with my feelings but most of all my personality would skyrocket. I found myself feeling tired constantly, dizziness, headaches, changing. I wanted to do so many different things then later on it would all change, repeating everything once more. At times I'd find myself cuddling up with a blanket and drinking milk from a bottle, at one point I had even set my bed against the wall, making a tent while watching cartoons sucking on a pacifier I had gotten from dollar tree with my mother. The next day I'd change. Dressed in black head to toe full of makeup. I couldn't understand myself and these things just seemed to happen without me thinking about it. Things only got worse during that summer. More changes happened and I continued hiding from my parents, randomly one day, I broke and told my mother what happened all those years back, still hiding what was happening at the time I was actually crying for.