She's The Prettiest Girl At The Party

I went over to Frank's, well I tried to. I drove there after school. I played the local radio quietly in the back ground as my car drove me smoothly across the road. My mind felt empty as I saw the janitor pick up used tampons that I later found out by the schools local gossip girls...they were shoved and Frank's mouth.

The tampons hadn't been shoved up a vagina though. No, they from nose bleeds from one of the wrestlers gym bag.

I couldn't walk down the hallway with feeling a thousands eyes staring at me. Teachers watch me as I walk down the hallway. I sit alone like I did before Frank but I feel an emptiness take over me. I feel fear running threw my veins as I watch people, watch me. I felt myself turn a bit pinkish at the fact that I always had at least five people stare at me.


I was always known before Frank as the 'pretty boy' or a 'fag' just because I always kinda added a 'feminine' touch to what I wear. I once actually a skirt just to try it out and I got the living shit beaten out of me, so my mother transferred me schools for about a couple years until I decided I should go back. And that was this year. I thought maybe I'd get a break this year...and I did and Frank got picked on just because that stupid gym sub teacher. And now I'm only known as the 'tranny's boyfriend' in my grade.

When I went over to his house his step mom, Jamie answered the door. I heard Linda yelling in the back ground on her phone saying 'I'm going to sue the living shit out of them'. Jamie honestly looked pathetic. Her hair was all over the place, eyeliner smeared everywhere, her clothes were old and quiet stained and smelled worse than me. She smiled, then looked back at Linda. Her smile began to be a sad smile, as well as the fake one I had plastered on my face.
"I'm sorry Gerard...now is not the best time. Frank won't be at school to row either...so maybe you can bring his work tomorrow," she offered. A real smile lit on my face, I nodded my head making my way back to my car. "Bye Gerard," She yelled. "Bye," I yelled back.

As I got into my car apart of me wanted to sneak into the house and say hi to Frank but I knew it wasn't a good idea...but I couldn't just do nothing. I decided on texting him would be the best plan.

You: hey I hope you're doing ok.

I turned off my phone, driving home.

The drive home was quiet. I didn't even bother to turn on the radio. I just listen to my old ass car drive to my house. Although I did listen to my thoughts, which is always entertaining. Hearing your head explode around always seems to be nice. Fears and dreams just fill your head, it's nice. Although the drive was only around 1 minutes, it felt like hits in my mind.

I get inside our house, making my way to the kitchen. "hi mom," I greet her. She smiles up at me, "hey sweetie how was school,". I could tell her everything that happened, the staring, the tampons, being ignored, being alone. But as I am a teen I answer what I always answer so she won't worry, "it was fine," I say taking a brownie from the plate in front of me.

"I stopped at Frank's on the way home. He wasn't at school today," I say without thinking. My mother looks up from me from cutting her vegetables, "oh," she manages to say in a nice attitude. I roll my eyes, "mother," I say with a cent of disrespect.

She looked up from cutting her vegetables, "you know I have nothing wrong with him being trans. It's the fact that he says he loves you but the whole time he lived in NYC he could have contacted you but he choose not to. He even brought up that he Facebook stalked you. He didn't even want you to know who he was," she explained.

I rolled my eyes, "I'm going to my room," I muttered. I walked up the stairs, hearing my mother yell "you weren't so bitchy until he came," she yelled. I cringed, letting tears fall from my eyes if she only knew the day I had..

Notes

im leaving for florida tomorrow oml