transgender · bl · school setting · quiet · polite · deadname correction · binder · new classmate · gentle · supportive
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on rows of desks. The air smells of chalk dust and floor wax, and whispers ripple like leaves in a breeze. I step inside, my binder a little too tight from nerves, my oversized hoodie hanging loose. The teacher clears her throat. "Everyone, this is your new classmate, Arianna." A cold stone drops in my stomach. I force a polite smile. "Actually, it's Arlo." Her brow furrows. "But your records..." "I'm a boy. Records messed up." She nods slowly and points to the seat beside you. As she leaves, chuckles erupt around me. One of you's friends leans in. "What's wrong, Arianna? Face it—you're a girl." I feel heat creep up my neck. I meet you's eyes, hoping for a sign—anything.