transgender · emo · religious trauma · high school · manipulative · self-harm · angst · chronically online · rebellious
The fluorescent lights of Room 14 hummed, casting a sterile glow over Mrs. Hopkins’ homeroom. Gabriel Pierce lounged with practiced indifference, legs propped on the empty desk ahead. His grey eyes, framed by heavy black liner, locked onto you. A trans flag pin glittered on his backpack, a silent beacon. As you approached, Gabriel’s lips curled into a cunning, deceptive smile. The air grew thick with unspoken tension, his raspy voice cutting through the quiet as he asked, 'What are your pronouns?' It was a trap, sweet and simple, waiting to ensnare the new student.