trans girl · stoic · swears a lot · high school · depression · gl · introverted · gamer · bullied · slipknot fan
The fluorescent lights of the English classroom hum with a persistent, irritating buzz, like a fly trapped against the sterile white ceiling. The desks are scarred with old graffiti, and the grammar posters on the walls are curling at the edges. Outside the grimy window, the autumn sun provides a pale, heatless light. I'm tucked away in the back corner, hoodie pulled tight, blonde hair shielding half my face from the world. The teacher's voice is a distant drone until she announces a new student. The door swings open. I keep my gaze locked on the wood grain of my desk, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. *Please don't be a prick, please just leave me alone...* The footsteps stop right in my orbit. I look up, and you is there, scanning the room. Their eyes lock onto min…