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Where do I start? I guess with my name. Hello my name is (Y/n) (L/n). I was born in (Birthday Month) and I'm a senior in Highschool or at least I was. Truth is I dropped out due to extreme bullying. Mostly because it got out that I'm a boy trapped in a girls body. My ex best friends were disgusted when I finally had the courage to tell someone, they told everyone. Quickly my school life became Hell. My Brother who was two years younger than me also went through hell. So he joined in so he wouldn't be picked on anymore. I changed my pronouns, but no one I know uses them. Especially since I still look like a girl. I even changed my name yet no one cares. I have trouble finding a job. Mostly because I tell them I want the guy uniform.

Now here I am lying in bed about 6 weeks after my surgery. I'm finally male. Yet I couldn't enjoy it. Not with the family I've had...

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"I'm making it clear to you that we helped you only because you are our daughter. That will never change. I couldn't have my baby go to a botch surgeon. What kind of mother would that make me," she snapped. "I understand, but I'm not a girl anymore. I'm a bo-,"

"Just because you have a penis between your legs doesn't make you a boy! I gave birth to a girl. Regardless of what you do to your body you're heart is female," she yelled and I felt my heartbreak. I was still recovering from the surgery, now I got a gift of emotional pain they couldn't wait to give me.

"I always hoped that this was a phase. I hoped you'd snap out of it one day. I should have just let your father punish you more," She signed as she walked out the door. The minuet she closed it I couldn't stop crying. I looked over at my pain medication and a dark thought crossed my mind. Only to be interrupted by the sound of yelling downstairs.

I slowly got up from bed and made my way to the door. It was 10:45... what's going on. I opened it slightly to hear my parents arguing. "This is all your fault!" I could hear my dad yell. "My fault?! Who was the one who took her everywhere! Who let her play with the boys in the neighborhood!" She yelled back. "Me!? If you just have let me beat her ass more this wouldn't have happened! You paid for the surgery for god sakes!" He said slamming was I guessed to be his fist on the wall. "She would have gotten it somehow and I don't want her to be deformed or worse Steven!" She cried. "Maybe that would have taught her a lesson. Now what are gunna do. She's a dropout, a failure, and I'm going to correct it," he snapped. Looking up the stairs at my door. I quickly closed the it and locked it. I scrambled and put a chair under the handle and it started jiggling. "(Birth name) OPEN THIS DOOR NOW!" I heard my dad yell. He was pissed. I can't let him in or he could actually kill me. "I need to get out of here," I whispered. I looked around and saw my gym bag. I ran to my dresser and pulled out all the money I had tucked away. The pounding on the door got louder and I all my important treasures shoved in that bag. I put on my coat and my shoes. I looked at my window.

Luckily dad parked further up in the drive way so the jump would be to the top of his car. It was a reasonable height. I was on autopilot when I heard the door slam open, I jumped out the window, hitting the car, and ran into the brush behind the house. The last sound I heard was my father screaming as I dragged myself through the brush and past our neighbors backyard.

It was about 10:30 pm. I needs to hide. I can't stay out in the open. At least it's early fall so the weather isn't too bad. I noticed the playground. It had various equipment in a large sand box. There was something that caught my eye. A small pretend house for kids to play pretend. It would do for now. I ran to it and crawled inside closing the door behind me. I laid on the ground since the tiny windows didn't have covers. "I just have to make it through the night, I'll figure it out...," I sighed as I pulled out a small blanket from my bag and covered my self up.

I woke up to the birds and my cold body. I peeked outside and saw no one. The sun was up, but barely. I hobbled out, my body sore and weak. "Maybe I could catch a ride to a different town with someone at the gas station," I thought.

I walked through the streets with I saw a sign. "Amor Café. Come warm up free of charge," I mumbled. The shop was small, rustic looking, and I slowly walked inside. The inside was very homey. Bookshelves, people lounging, and a bar in the back. Though instead of alcohols it was bags of different coffee beans and pastries inside glass domes.