Sorry for being gone for so long. I went through some shit this past year.
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I walked through the halls of the school.
I saw everyone around me, each of them in the same prestine uniform.
The Abdul siblings were chattering.
Kiannah and Mackenzie were kissing like those horny teens from movies on the bench.
Camryn O'Connor sat on a bench and chewed gum (she always chewed gum) while she listened to music and read the latest popular YA novel.
Horace and Grayson walked in the school's entry way as they talked to one another and held hands with each other.
I stood on the balcony above the entryway.
I wondered just how many students who walked through these walls who felt different just like me.
How many of them felt like they never fit in anywhere they went no matter how much they blended in.
I wondered how many students before me were scared to admit to their friends and... crush who they really were inside for fear they would reject them.
I looked down at the other students as they entered.
I wondered just how many felt just like I did.
Just because my parents accepted me for who I didn't mean these kids would and it didn't mean my new friends and my crush Millard would either.
I wondered if Millard would still love me after I told him. He seemed infatuated with me, but who knew how low beneath the skin his infatuation for me went?
My hands were cold and sweaty as I clenched the railing. I bit my lip.
I'd been open about myself before at my old school back in New Orleans and the kids were so horrible to me because I was open about myself and who I am inside.
I was terrified. I didn't know how the kids in Toronto were going to react to me being different.
But everyone here at Mount Juliet was different too. It took barely a look around to tell that about everyone at this school.
I released my hands from the metal railing and walked off into the hall, my backpack slung over my left shoulder.
The students around me giggled, teased, and chatted with one another. Luckily they weren't giggling or teasing me (hopefully).
I sat down on a bench in the hall I plopped my backpack next to me. I quickly examined my breasts. They didn't look any bigger than they were when I checked them a week ago. Good.
I took out my old lavender iPod shuffle and placed the earbuds in my ears and started to listen to music. I took out an issue of a gossip magazine and began to read it. I tried to look as normal as possible. Which besides my hair wasn't too hard to do.
