Hey guys, so here is the story, which will basically be about the events that would've followed after "Denim". I felt that despite the success of the movie, it was very shorten to a lot of played foreshadowing because the last scene of the movie had cut off with an angle view of Jazz Jenning's character floating in the pool just as the police have arrived at a house( and presumably arrested her). So I really want to add some sort of expansion and continuance to it, and to further set a full address to the vast of issues and experiences that several transgender have constantly dealt with in the front lines, and along with that, I really want to portray how the main character of "Denim" would have to confront and face those forms of prejudices now that everyone has actually found out her "secret".
I've debated on whether to do this story, because of the fact that I am not trans and I've never really had any concept or internal feelings about the stigma that trans had to put up with whenever they want to use a restroom that conforms with their true identity, and that this is a very serious and sensitive topic but between COVID-19 and Biden's inauguration, it really feel about right to step up and set the decision to here. This is not only just to educated you guys or myself, aside from also making this into a thriller fic, it is also to address the injustices, backlash and all that transgender youths have encountered for those social liberties. This is also to spread the message and let all them know that there is always hope.
So here is the starting prologue for this story. Hope you guys like it.
Authors Note and Disclaimer: All credits of "Denim" only belongs to Jazz Jennings and the producer of the movie. I do not own Amazon or Amazon Prime
And if any one of you has dealing or is burdened with suicide thoughts, please reach out for help at the National Suicide Prevention Hotline at 1-800-273-8255.
Another additional author note: This is suitable for only 16+ due to possible strong content.
Prologue, March 2019
"Everything always happens for a reason". That has always been the old reassuring saying people have heard a bunch of numerable times when an inevitable event has occurred in their lifes. But for me , I never quite understand it, especially since my situation was most inevitable.
There have been several people out there, including those of you, who have never knew me, never knew my real story. Well, at least until now just a few days ago.
But let's get started with who i am first. My name is Micayla Greene, and im 17 years old. I attend high school at Burlington as a senior. Right up until a few days ago, I was considered a regular high school student(not regular as to being a very openly social butterfly or just a popular bee but you kind of just get the jest of it) but that all changed on March 15th, when I was branded into "a sex offender".
And that is all thanks to that bitch Stacey; she snap a photo of me in the girl's bathroom and now she spread it throughout the whole student population; it wouldn't be more humiliating and scaring if it didn't involve the police, including the sheriff, Stacey's father.
And in case you didn't know, long story short(which I'll tell you right later on), the police did came and eventually arrested me, along with my two-new founded friends, Tom and Samantha, for "harboring a fugitive". A "fugitive"?! Like come on, when they caught me, with my clothes completely drenched in chlorinated pool water, did it even look like I was going to run away or even made a plan to just hitch out of town. That was worse enough
I've been indefinitely suspended from school following the "incident" in the bathroom but on Wednesday we're supposed to hear from the School Board, who are trying to determine in whether i should considered back at school or...you definitely probably know what the second nuclear option might be.
And as much as I hate to admit, if it were up to me, I wouldn't go set my ass at school, even if they won't let me back, not after what happen. I've saw the hateful nasty comment that people have been posting about me. Who knows how they'll react if i even came back to school. Just having that thought builden my overwhelmed anxiety, and it makes just wish that all this was all just a horrifying dream and any moment, i wake up back to being a average girl again
But unfortunately it wasn't a dream ...or a nightmare.
This is a reality. A reality with one cruel statement: That nothing was ever going to be normal after this.
So that the end of the prologue chapter. I am sorry for how short it came out, but i'm still having ideas slowly pulling in and I've been quite a lot busy with college preparation(advising sessions, registration, states residency status application) and I'm taking a vacation on the 14th this Monday but I have to take the PCR test three days before that, starting tomorrow.
