Oliver's POV
The Nurse's Office.
Because of the bullying, I'm always in the nurses office, so I just lie and say I fell or something, cause I mean I am clumsy. By now, the nurse knows the story, "I fell off the stairs." Or, "I fell off a tree." But in reality, it was all those damn bullies, ruining my life. Not like my life is great, anyways.
After I get patched up, the nurse sends me off, and Opal starts with the questions.
"Oli, what happened?" She asks, looking at me, concern clear as day being shown through her orbs. I hate lying to her.
"I....uh....I was climbing a tree......and I accidentally slipped and somehow fell in the bathroom....?" I say, more like a question, cause I'm clearly not good at making up lies on the spot, when I'm being pressured. I bet she knows I'm lying, but let's it slide, for now, at least.
"Oh.....okay...." She looks down at her feet, fidgeting. "Are you okay, though, Ollie?" She asks, looking up at me, orbs glassy.
I shake my head.
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Crooked.
Teen FictionThis is a story of fourteen year old Oliver, and fourteen year old Opal. Oliver's transgender, and Opal's lesbian. They've been best friends for what feels like eternity. In this story, Oliver is trying to cope with the loss of his parents trust. Th...
