"Beatrice, hunny? Are you okay?" Mom creaked the door open,
"I just feel sick." I lied, wrapping my body in my blanket.
"Well, you need to get ready for school. You've only got thirty minutes." She pulled the blanket off me, making me groan,
"I don't want to."
"Well, you have to!"
"Please?" I gave her a pleading look, making her sigh,
"Fine, but you're going to school tomorrow, okay?"
"Okay, thanks mom." I smiled weakly at her, and waited for her to close the door, before grabbing the blanket, and draping it over my body to hide my disgustingly shaped body.
I stayed there for about an hour, until my phone rang, and I went to go answer it, "Beatriceeee!"
"God, Keith, what do you want?" I groaned.
"You left me here to deal with Xavier, and all the other homophobic assholes!"
"Sorry, Keith." I sighed, feeling worse than before, if that was even possible.
"Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, everything's fine."
"You sure? I can kick someone's ass like I did when we first met." He said, making me laugh,
"I'm sure,"
"Okay, well, call me if you need anything, okay?"
"I will."
"Good. Also, I'm probably going to have to come over tonight."
"Why?" I asked,
"My dad found out I was flirting with a guy online, and I'll probably get my ass beat if I go back tonight." Keith sighed, "I don't really want to deal with that today, y'know?"
"Yeah, I know."
"Especially because I already have to deal with Xavier all day today, since 'Bitchy Beatrice' isn't here." He laughed, but I could tell he didn't find it funny.
"I'm sorry,"
"No, it's fine. I'm all good. I'll shove glittery pride Popsicle sticks up his ass if he bugs me too much."
"Haha,"
"Anyways, I should go, before someone hears me and kicks my ass. Bye, Beatrice!"
"Bye, Keith." I hung up, and threw my phone across the room.
God, I just have to get over it. He won't care if I'm transgender, I know he won't, so I shouldn't be afraid. But I am. I'm so afraid. It makes no sense.
I shouldn't be afraid to tell my mom either. She loves me with all her heart. When I came out as pansexual, and told her I had a girlfriend, she said she didn't care. She said that I should do what I need to do to be happy. That would apply here.... Right?
Well, it should. It wouldn't make much sense if it didn't. Would it?
I pulled on my hair, which only made me notice how long it was. Of course, that made me start crying.
"Beatrice? What's going on?" Mom opened the door, "I can hear you crying from across the hall."
"Sorry, it's nothing."
"No, it's not nothing. What is going on?" She sat on the bed, by my feet.
"Mom, please, just leave me alone."
"Okay, but I want to talk about this later." She frowned.
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