I always thought it was weird that people don't enjoy the simple things in life.

 For instance taking out the trash. Most people see it as a chore. But for me its little ounces of freedom. From what exactly?

I'm not sure. You see unlike most kids I have a good life. I had two parents who loved me and younger brother equally. There marriage isn't perfect but it's not like they hate each other I have a roof over my head, I never miss a meal, and I go to sleep warm and safe every night. But there's something I feel off and different. 

Like I don't belong here, and taking out the trash gives me a good feeling. Like I could just walk away and it take a while for anyone to realize. Now at first I considered this an intrusive thought. It scared me but I knew that I don't act on every thought I think so I left it alone. But as time pasted and more trash went out the door the thoughts grew, and those thoughts turned into... a feeling. I don't know how to describe it but I know it's there But there. But that cool air against my skin, snow in the distance, and caught up in my own imagination, that feeling and those thoughts resurfaced. But I pushed everything away and made my way back inside. 

My name is Elliot. I'm 13 and I'm non-binary. I'm just a teenager. Some people would say a "Normal" teenager but I don't and won't for three reasons.   

    1. There's no such thing as normal. We are all our own person and were to diverse to have a "Normal"

    2. Most books start off with saying that the main character is a "normal" teen but we all know that there lying. Like we all know its bull. Why else would we have gotten the book anyways?

   3. I'm not normal, and I know that. Everyone says that I am but there not me and I say what I am.

I'm hormonal and moody. Like most teenagers are. I have one best friend and she is the best! Her name is Riley she's 15. Were both freshmen in high school. You may ask how she's 15 and a freshman and I'm 13 and a fresh man.

 Well it's simple. I came to this school during my 7th grade years but I already knew everything they were teaching and it was easy. So I talked with the principle and I got moved to 8th grade. Everyone says that 7th grade is the worst year and I just laugh at them because I never went to 7th grade. 

Oh Riley you ask? She got held back just because the teacher was racist. Us weirdos love doing songs with each other. Something that I think that's amazing about her is that she actually uses my They/Them pronouns. But then again she's the only person I came out to. Oh frick I still have to come out to my boyfriend. 

Oh boyfriend you ask? We have a long distance relationship. Ever since I moved schools buuuuuut. We talk every day and I love him. But don't tell anyone I said that because no one knows yet! 

I kinda expected myself to grow up, go to college, get married to Sam (My boyfriend!) and have an ordinary life. 

How was I supposed to know I was dead wrong. 

Hey ya'll This is gonna go somewhere I promise!