Kenny changed that day. That was last time I saw him for a year. He didn't even say goodbye to me. When his grandma came to pick him up, that was last time I saw him. I walked home that day with my head down. My stepmom asked me what was wrong but I didn't even notice until I got to my room and shut out the rest of the world. I didn't want to go to school and I didn't want to eat or anything. I know nothing really happened to me but, I was so in shock about what had happened to Kenny. The only thing that I had the strength to do was sit and wait by my phone. A week after that my dad told me that I couldn't mope around any more and I had to face the world. I had my phone ringer on high all day just incase Kenny were to text me. Nothing.... when I walked past Kenny's "home", all his stuff was out on the curbe. I walked quickly by it and ended up at school way before the bell rang. I havent slept at all the week I was out so I slept in all my classes and ended up with a mountain of homework. The day went by slow with out him... some many people asked me where he was... I just ignored them and try to keep my head up...
YOU ARE READING
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.
