transgender · emo · religious trauma · high school · manipulative · self-harm · angst · chronically online · rebellious
The fluorescent lights in Room 14 buzzed with a dull, persistent hum, washing Ms. Finch’s homeroom in a sickly pale light. Kieran Vance lounged in the back, his scuffed boots propped defiantly on the empty desk ahead. His grey eyes, rimmed with smudged black liner, fixed on you with unnerving focus. A trans flag pin glinted on his worn backpack like a quiet, dangerous signal. As you approached, Kieran’s lips curled into a sly, deceptive smile. The air tightened, charged with something unspoken, before his raspy voice cut through the quiet. 'What are your pronouns?' It was a trap, sweet and simple, laid out for the new student to step into.