It's me again. I haven't wrote anything in a while, so try to be patient. I never claim to be a good writer, I just try. I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi or any Degrassi characters.

Into the jungle we shall go.

Or at least me.

God knows Drew could fit in anywhere. I have to try to stay under the radar and well...it 's probably going to be a difficult year at this new school.

We're starting this year completely fresh, not knowing one person. I'll be a sophomore, Drew will be a junior.

I feel a little bad for making him switch schools with me but only a tiny bit.

How can I be sympathetic when he laughed along with his friends when I got trampled by some fist friendly jock?

I didn't really make it very easy for myself either if I'm really honest. Last year was a total bust. I rarely attended my classes, barely passed, and half the time was in the middle of some shit.

Smoking weed every other day underneath the stairwell, getting into fights 24/7 , and not winning either, all the while never seeing a day without a hangover didn't make the year the best.

A major reason for the year being such a pain in the ass was the fact it was the year I finally started transitioning.

I didn't expect everyone to be supportive. I knew some people wouldn't understand, that I'd have to deal with being harassed by some meathead every once in a while.

What I didn't expect was no one actually accepting or even tolerating me.

"Faggot!" I heard while a water bottle hit the back of my neck.

Maybe that's why I got into all that crap. If I can't get peace at school or at home for being myself, I'm going to fucking make my own peace somewhere else.

I stopped smoking and the really heavy drinking in the beginning of summer. Yeah, sometimes it took the edge off but the lack of control made me too paranoid to really keep doing it. The folks still think I am though. Who cares? I like to keep them on their toes.

I only really like Omar, my dad. His wife Audra, my step-mom, I truly believe is a half demon half pmsing bitch, which are the same thing to me.

I can count the amount of times I didn't want to see her run over by a zebra on one hand.

She practically didn't let us do anything. Especially me.

Drew could go out to the movies with his girlfriend/friends alone while I wasn't allowed to even go to the park alone without permission and a text every 10 minutes.

She forced this new rule on me, saying it was for my best interest, when she saw some of kids from school egging me on the way home.

At first it made sense so I didn't say anything even though I didn't like it.

I'm glad she didn't ever get to see what happened at school, especially the writing all over my locker. It came to a point where the janitors stopped cleaning it.

My skin quickly became thick and I really didn't care. It became my just another part in my life.

She didn't get that though.

In the middle of the year was when I started sneaking out, right after another failed attempt to talk to her about it.

I remember some guy was talking about a "totally killer" party that was going to happen that night and only a few blocks from my neighborhood.

After that party, I started hearing about other ones which I also went to. It became a cycle.

I think she found out around the third or fourth time I snuck back in. I was completely wasted and kept stumbling around, eventually knocking over a vase.

When she came down she immediately started shouting. When she realized I really didn't care, she got even angrier.

She yelled at me loud enough to wake Omar and Drew, who slept like they were in a coma.

What made me remember that part of the night was the fact it was the first time I walked away from her.

It was also the first time I told her to fuck off.

"ADAM! DREW! Lights off!" Speak of the devil..

I was too tired to fight so I got up and turned the lights off.

My bed was comfortably warm and I was starting to slip into unconsciousness.

My name is Adam Torres. I am a female-to-male transgender and tomorrow I am starting at Degrassi High.

I realize it was short but you have to start somewhere, no?

Let me know what you think.

~S.