Took my own experience about being mistaken for female, online and in real life. And then I altereded it into something quite interesting. I hope. -THIS IS RELIGION-ISH. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE ABOUT PEOPLE SPEAKING ABOUT DARKFORNAINS-

Millie is not Blossomfall's mother. This is boarding school, which means a lot of things will be messed up, but the real parents are at whatever state or country the children came from. (Human)

Oh, and DarkFornain isn't a religion. It's made up.

-:.:Third Person:.:-

:::Robotics Meeting:::

"I am male," Blossomfall insisted, trying to keep his tears in from frustration. He was not going to talked to like this.

"You know, you can't just talk to a boy and then say you are a boy," Mapleshade replied, letting out a throaty laugh before she started coughing again. "Silly freshmen, you don't know the difference between reality and imagination."

"Yeah, when he finds out, he gonna be pissed," Thistleclaw said. He grabbed an orange juice carton and opened it on both sides.

Everyone who had signed up for robotics had been meeting afterschool every Tuesday in the cafeteria, in which the discussed programming and all that stuff. They were all sitting in a circle, oval-ish thing, and her discussing the matter about Blossomfall's gender instead of the robot that they were going to build.

"I, for one, agree with Blossomfall," Ivypool said without much emotion. She had a bag of barbecue chips on her lap, trying not to spill the chips onto the cold cafeteria floor. "It's her, -his opinion, and Blossomfall knows who he is better than how much you know him."

"Who's he?" asked Thornclaw, directing the question to Brokenstar while wrestling with Antpelt over the last Caprisun juice thingie. Antpelt finally gave up because he was too tired to fight and let Thornclaw enjoy his hard earned juice.

"Dummy, it's Maggot-"

"I'm not DarkFornain," Blossomfall interrupted, "but I know what gender I am, and your religion is never going to change my beliefs."

Silence filled the room before Brokenstar started saying whatever garbage he needed to say.

"It doesn't matter if you're DarkFornain or not," he retorted, "all other religions like the (-insert random religion-) just sit there while being boring. If everyone were a DarkFornain, everything would be awesome."

It wasn't nice to insult other religions like that, and everyone, including Brokenstar knew it.

"Well, I can say the same thing for you," Ivypool huffed, glaring at Thistleclaw and Brokenstar. "How would you like it if others insulted your beliefs? It sounds just as harsh as what you said, and it doesn't make sense on how you guys say that we don't have the power to say that whatever you believed in is fake, while you guys can.

"Don't shove your religion down other's throats, but do believe in what you believe. Everyone will respect your opinions, but everyone will expect the same respect back," Birchfall said, munching on the last few chocolate chip cookies. He stopped when everyone started starring at him. "What?"

"Nothing," Blossomfall murmured, answering the question that wasn't directed to him. Everyone could see that he was upset. He slung his backpack over his shoulder after grabbing a few bags of chips so he could bring his belongings to him room. "I'm leaving here early, since no one respects my opinions."

That wasn't totally true, because there were some people that had defended him, but it was close enough. He slammed the cafeteria door shut before heading out towards and sprinting to his room to drop his stuff in there. He was going out.

Blossomfall trudged through the streets as water splashed up from beneath his feet, careful not to slip and fall down. Rain was pouring, and he hadn't thought to bring an umbrella, so of course now he was completely drenched. It would be a miracle if he didn't get sick or die before then.

It felt good, better than the hot sunny Californian days where it rarely rained, even in the winter. It was the same weather, same sauna feeling every day there.

He sat down on a cool, hard bench that was painted light blue and had water all over it. It didn't matter if he got his butt wet. It didn't matter that he received a C on the last test in math of the first quarter. It didn't matter if he was second row, third chair in orchestra. And of course, it didn't matter what these DarkFormation people preached about how he was supposed to accept his real gender and live on, as if he hadn't already.

"She lives in a fairy tale, somewhere to far for us to find,"

The sound of music came from a store a few feet away. Blossomfall barely paid it any attention. Music didn't matter now.

"Forgotten the taste and smells, of a world that she's left behind,"

Cars rushed past him, either honking loudly, ignoring him, or the passengers in the back waving happily as they saw the poor, drenched gir-, boy on the bench.

They probably think I'm a homeless runaway child, Blossomfall thought bitterly as a woman in a raincoat with a large yellow umbrella and black rain boots averted her eyes from the teenage boy on the bench. Across the street, a horde of the "popular" girls led by Millie were screaming something about thunder and squeezing into a green taxi. Blossomfall had the urge to stick his middle finger out at them, except they wouldn't see it. It was no big deal, because he was sure that it didn't matter to them.

His fingers were frozen and stiff, face numb from the cold air, and his breath billowed out of his mouth that he gave a small half-smile to no one in particular as his thoughts went back to when he was little, pretending he was a dragon. Both of his feet were soaked in dirty rainwater that had flooded his shoes. How had it happened? Stepping into puddles was just like running on sand at the beach. They sneak into your shoes.

There wasn't anything to do, and Blossomfall wondered why he had ran all the way from school to this large plaza where a the owner of the coffee shop named "The Coffee Shop" and the bench he was sitting on next to played super loud rock or pop-rock music.

"Sup."

Blossomfall glanced up dejectedly, assuming that it was just some random kid speaking to his friend as he caught up to them. Sadly, it wasn't. It was this kid with dark brown hair with golden streaks in them that Blossomfall undoubtfully recognized from school, but couldn't find a name. Iron Man?

Or...realization sank in just like how fast old people hit cats with a broom. It was the kid that had tried to make her sing yesterday in science, and that kid in robotics that did nothing but hog all the drinks. most of them anyway. Thornclaw. He was holding an umbrella over his head with his right hand, and while his left hand was shoved deep into his gray hoodie.

"What?" Blossomfall asked, trying to make him go away. Oh no, it wasn't going to work.

"Man, you sure look sad," Thornclaw said, "you want to go over to the coffee shop and sit in there with me? I needa hide from an enemy because I liquid assed his backpack, and I think he's somewhere around in here. I'll buy you anything you want in there, as long as it's under five dollars if you come with me."

As much as Blossomfall wanted to say no, the idea of free food was much better than sitting out there on the blue bench where there was nothing to do. Besides, why not help ruin the coffee shop's chairs and stuff? It was more fun that way.

"S-sure," Blossomfall felt himself mumble.

Although it wasn't much of anything, just a bribe to help Thornclaw hide himself from his worst enemy, it made him feel much better about himself, without knowing why.

Suddenly, the warm air of the coffee shop kissed Blossomfall's face as he opened the door after Thornclaw, who had already rushed in. Maybe it was the scent of cocoa in the crisp coffee that was boiling in the back of the room that made him feel great. Or maybe it was the sight of the small delicious rolls of red velvet cake. Whatever it was, it brought Blossomfall a wave of comfort that instead of the loose, tense feeling that he had always felt.

Whoa, you built up a world of magic,

because your real life is tragic!

Whoa, you built up a world of magic!

Rushed? I think so too.

There is a reason why I chose to write this - all because of gender inequality and the unfairness of how people treat other people that are brave enough to state their real gender out loud. Is there a major difference between human and human - cat and cat? No. So why bother judging someone's real gender from their appearance when they've already told you about who they are?

Respect those who KNOWS who they are, because they know themselves better than you know them.

Hm...what are your favorite pairings with Blossomfall? (Besides IvyXHolly or IvyXBlossom)

-Silver