Kana: 1994

When I was ten was the only time I felt as if I was worth something. My grades were horrible, but for once that didn't matter. All that mattered was the fact that I could make that little boy smile.

I met him at the park, he looked to be five or so. To be honest I was never really sure what his true gender was because he looked as if he could be either, but he said he was a boy so that's all that mattered to me. Some boys, maybe eight or so, were picking on him. They called him gay and a sissy for being so girlish. He kept screaming at them, saying they were wrong, and to be honest I think they were right. Not many people are brave enough to stand up against their bullies. Anyways I was able to get rid of them by chasing them and screaming. Everyone in that city was afraid of me, they knew I would bite.

A few weeks later the boy's mother asked me a favor. Apparently her little Al needed a babysitter. When she asked me my name, I lied, told her I was Mary. That was the best time of my life, getting to see that kid smile every day.

Alex: 1994

My babysitter was awesome. She sang with me. She let me play with her makeup and when I asked if it was a girls' toy she would tell me people think it is but it shouldn't matter if I have fun with it. She helped me take baths, although the rule was that if she helped I had to wear a swimsuit. I didn't understand why until a few years later.

I was very sad when Mary moved away. Mom said she had been adopted by a new family, but I didn't want her to go. She was my best friend. I must have cried for a week straight. It would be a while before I found a friend again.

Misha: 1995

My first girlfriend was not the type of girlfriend one would want to have. If fact, I don't think she could even be considered a girlfriend. We never went on any dates, I can't even remember hugging her. Oh, but she was beautiful. She had the most gorgeous long blond hair and deep dark blue eyes. She had me do her homework for her and in return she would always give me a smile and say "thank you love." I think my twin, Kana, was jealous of her. She would tell me the girl was taking advantage of me and would always glare at her. I didn't believe my sister then, but when I got older I realized she was right.

Misha: 1999

I discovered that our adoptive father had been abusing my sister. He whips her for every bad grade she brings home, and hits her for talking back to him. I hate it. I wish he would keep his hands off of her.

Alex: 2000

My mother hates me because I am not the boy she had wanted. Genetically speaking I am male. There is nothing wrong with my genes. I just, did not receive the right nutrients in the womb so I did not develop with the right amount of hormones. I am a male, just as much as any other male, but my voice is not deepening, my shoulders are not getting any broader. I have a hormone imbalance, and my mother hates me for it.

I try to make her love me in other ways. I have friends, some girls and some boys. I bring them home to play video games. I have the highest grade in my class. I even made the basketball team for her. If it were up to me I would have spent that time programming my own games. Still, basketball is fun, and I'm surprisingly good at it.

She still tells me there is something wrong with me. She brought me to the doctor, told him I needed shots to fix my 'problem', he agreed and wrote a prescription to fix me.

Kana: 2000

I spend my days alone. The only one who wants me is my brother, but he is always busy studying. So I go out to the woods, climb the trees. I stay out of the way of anyone who sees me as unworthy due to my inability to do anything useful.

Once I found an abandoned house. It was the most exciting find in a while. The ceiling was collapsing in some places and there were many cobwebs, but it was fun to explore. Inside I found a kitten, starving but alive. I decided to save him. I brought him home and kept him hidden in my room as my brother and I nursed him back to health.

Misha: 2000

The screaming was louder than ever before. Our step father had discovered the kitten and was very unpleased by it. I could hear every smack even though I was rooms away. I had enough of this, it had to end. I quietly stepped into the kitchen, pulled the phone off its spot on the wall and called the police. Once they were on the way I ran into the other room and stood between my sister and that man.

He hit me many times but I did not budge. I would not as long as she was in danger. After I was nearly passing out and I could hear the police busting in he pulled a knife and stabbed me in the heart. That was the last I would see of anything.

Kana: 2001

I saw my brother die in front of me. I couldn't do much of anything after that. I just sat and let life happen around me, I didn't want to be a part of it. It should have been me who died, not him. They were transferring me to a mental asylum in another state, a larger one, but the plane was hijacked. When it crashed there was lots of fire, then, nothing.

Alex: 2004

My mother had taken to yelling at me. She kept telling me I needed to toughen up, be more of a man. Down in my basement bedroom I pulled out a week's amount of my hormone shots and injected them all at once. More Testosterone means more of a man right? By was I wrong. The overdose had caused a seizure. My head hit my desk as I fell, knocking me out. I never woke up.