Alright, so my idea is for a story of a non-binary person, who's gay. here goes nothing! (please don't get mad if i accedently forget something bc I'm new to these type of stories :p)
Chapter 1: No one understands
My name is Kaylianna, and there's something about me that no one knows. I was born a girl, but I don't feel like one. I don't feel like a boy either. I'm...stuck. I'll NEVER come out to my parents, even though I feel like crawling in a hole and staying there forever every time someone uses she/her pronouns on me.
The reason I'm never telling?
Homophobia.
I'm supposed to think, "Oh, only boys and girls together or else the world is gonna end," because thats what my parents think. But I'm not only non-binary, I'm also gay. So, yeah. My parents will disown me if I come out and say I want they/them pronouns. I thought of telling them s l o w y, but WHATS BRAVERY AND COURAGE???!!!! NEVER HEARD OF IT!!
Today at school, I came out to my BFF, and the reaction she gave me broke my heart to tiny, microscopic pieces. She said, "Ew. Your a girl and that's that. Why would I call you they/them? Are there multiple you's? No." I naturally handled this in a very mature and grown-up, not babyish at ALL manner.
I locked myself in the bathroom and cried until recess was over.
After third period, I had a decision. I grabbed some sciccors from my first-aid kit in my backpack, and cut my hair. Long, curly, black locks fell to the ground. I cut until my butt-length hair was now "boy" length. I was unhappy with it because it was too weird, and uneven. But I didn't look like a girl, or a boy now. I felt.. True.
I walked back to my classroom, where all of the students gasped, then cringed. I felt like hiding. Mr. Brown, my teacher, said, "Well she looks different now.."
There it was.
That horrible word.
SHE.
I raged. I screamed, "YOU NEVER ONCE ASKED HOW I FEEL ABOUT THOSE PRONOUNS!! YOU NEVER ONCE CONSIDERED MY FEELINGS!! WHAT IF, I DON'T FEEL LIKE A "SHE"? WHAT IF I DON'T HAVE A GENDER??"
"Kaylianna!!" He yelled, his face tight with anger. I stormed away, crying, because no one knows how I feel.
Not that anybody would care.
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Alr, what did yall think! Lmk if I got something wrong!
