Him. {m.c au}

She'd always known. When she was younger, she would always blame herself-maybe it was the way she spoke to them, or even they way she looked at them. But as she grew older, she realised that in fact she was not in the wrong but them. It was simple; her parents hated her. There was never a valid reason; she was a clever girl with a tight-knit group of friends that rarely got into trouble, her parents had no reason to hate her other than the fact that she wasn't 'what they wanted', she wasn't a boy.