The day that I told my parents was the day that they disowned me. I went to go live with my grandma a few blocks down. They didn't give me a chance to get my stuff or say goodbye even. I was just automatically pushed to the side. After then, I was never the same person I was. They made me feel like shit... they tore my down all in one go. They cut me down side fast,
I didn't know it was possible to feel what I was feeling that day until it happened to me. Not even Andrew could comfort me at that moment. I was dead inside from that point on...
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Becoming Me
General FictionBeing different is... difficult. Not only am bullied but, I'm also transgender. As you can image, people aren't to excepting towards me. You have people who don't even have the nerve to look at me, then you have Andrew.
