In Your Dreams.

As Ashley walked down the crowded hallway to reach her locker, she could practically feel the stares she gained from others. Not stares of admiration, or curiosity, or attraction, but stares of hatred, disgust. Ashley was a lonely girl, and nobody wanted to be her friend. This was because she was not a "real girl" as they would call her. She'd been raised a boy, and went to a boys school until she was 14 years old. She was 16 now. The mutters and whispers she could hear from others was normal by now, but one stood out to her: "Did you hear there's a new girl?".
Finally. A real fresh start.