"Brenda. Brenda. Come on Brenda open up. We promise we won't hurt you," they shout while pounding on the bathroom door. I'm in tears. My nose is bleeding and I'm pretty sure I have a black I but I can't get up and look. I have to hold the door shut. I can't let them in. "Open up Brenda. You're not even supposed to be in the boys bathroom. You're a girl. A disgusting little girl. Get out here!" Just then the door busts open. "There you are tranny!" They yell. I try to run but they grab me. Push me to the ground and start hitting and kicking. Spitting on me and calling me names. I scream for help but no one comes.

I wake up in a pool of sweat. I can't sleep without having a nightmare these days. Well more like really bad memories. I just need to get to school. Clear my mind. I wish I could just hang out with Dallon all day. I want to get to know him more. I know he's had troubles himself. Why else would he think he's different. He's not different to me.

Dad I'm leaving for school!" I shout. "Don't you think it's a bit early?" He asks. "Yes but I'm trying to get to school before the hallways are packed," I say. "Okay have a good day," he says. I rush out the door. As I'm running down the stairs I run into someone and drop my books everywhere. I look up and see that it's Dallon. "S-Sorry," I stutter. "It's okay. Let me help you with that," he says.
Dallon helps me pick up my books then asks, "Why are you going to school this early?" "I uh didn't want to be in the hallways with everyone else. I get claustrophobic," I say. "Oh I'm sorry to hear that. I can give you a ride to school if you want," Dallon offers. "It's okay I can walk," I say. And I'm afraid if I'm alone in a car with you I might do something I'll regret. I mean Dallon doesn't look much older than me but I'm underage and he's my teacher. Which sucks.

So I walked to school. I made it there 15 minutes early. I mean I do get claustrophobic and I don't want to get stuck in the hallway with everyone, but the truth is I'm afraid to go to the bathroom with everyone here. So if I have to go now is the time.
After I'm done in the bathroom I head to my first class. My class with Dallon er Mr. Weekes. I walk in and see him sitting at his desk. He's too busy grading papers to notice me. I quietly walk to my seat.

"Brendon you made it! I was worried you got lost," Dal- Mr. Weekes laughs. "Ha no I uh just," I say. I get so nervous around Mr. Weekes. I can't form a proper sentence. I hate that I get like this. He probably thinks I'm a freak.
"Brendon. You're staring," Dallon says, snapping me out of my thoughts. "I'm sorry I'm just gonna go sit down," I say. "Actually I was wondering if you wanted to help me?" Mr. Weekes asks. "Uh sure," I say standing up, "what is it?" "Do you wanna set up the instruments while I grade papers. You'll be like my teachers assistant. I'll give you extra credit on your homework," Mr. Weekes says. "Okay," I say. Mr. Weekes tells me what I have to do.
As I'm moving instruments around I drop one of the drum sticks. As I bed down to pick it up I here what sounds like a moan. I quickly stand up and turn around. Mr. Weekes is looking at me. My face turns bright red. I run out of the class room. I run into a student. "Watch it freak!"

"You're a girl. A disgusting little girl."

"There you are tranny!"

"S-Sorry I'm-" I say. "Shut up and get out of my way," says the other student. "Ryan Ross get to class!" Says a familiar voice behind me. "Yes Mr. Weekes," he says and runs off in the direction of his class. "Th-Thanks. You really know how to scare people," I say, "I mean get people to listen." "It's fine I know what you meant. I'm sorry about what happened back
there by the way. That was inappropriate of me," Mr. Weekes says. "It's fine," I say. "No it's not  I'm sorry," he says.
"No Dallon, it's fine," I say. "Oh," he says, "your going to get me in trouble."