"I'm getting out of here as soon as we graduate, and I want you to come with me." Now that I replay that in my head, I understand why he walked away. God, I'm so stupid! He did exactly what I knew he'd do, tell me that I'm crazy and walk away. Well, I mean, in between those two actions, he kinda told me that we should see other people, and that he wasn't exactly proud that his girlfriend became his boyfriend. I hate this town, it's so washed up. Everyone says that it's such a nice, out of the way place. I hate it. I mean, it's such a nice place, but oh god, does it get tiring when everyone knows everyone and their dog, and further their business. 

Of course, because of this, everyone was quick to comfort me when they found out about my break-up. First came our older neighbor, Eniola McNiven, with a plate of cookies and some advice. "You don't need a man," she ascertained to me. "You don't need anyone to be happy and successful. Look at how much your great-grandmother has accomplished!" She gestured to my grandmother, and the only person to raise me. "She raised you to be one of the kindest and smartest people I have ever met! Just because that Austin boy can't accept you for who you are, doesn't mean everyone will do that too!"

After about ten more minutes of ranting about how bad my ex is, and how perfect I apparently am, she got bored and left, promising to come back for her plastic cookie container the next day. I looked at my grandmother, and said, "I'm going for a ride, if that's alright." She nodded, as she had always let me do mostly whatever I wanted. "You don't have to wait up for me if you don't want to." 

"You're an adult now, Enoch, I think you'll be fine. I won't be worried about you, but don't do anything that'll get you killed. And be home before sunrise this time, please." I couldn't help but smile at how my grandmother was so okay with me being transgender and free-spirited, although she's old-fashioned at times. I went out back, grabbed my bike from the barn, and took off. I rode down to a creek bank, and sat there for awhile. I was just thinking about everything, and there I realized that I hate this town. People romanticize small towns like mine, but trust me, it's not all it's chalked up to be. Now I'm just watching the sunset on the lake shore, alone, and listening to music.

Hey guys, this is a story I like, just came up with, so, yeah. No clue where this is going, but hey, it's a start. Anyway, hope you enjoyed!

~TLR