Ryan's POV

You know what really makes me want to drink bleach?  It's not my family, grades, or classmates.  Although all of those add to the hell; there is one thing that really pushes me over the edge.

My boobs

It's not that I don't have any, I do and that's the problem.  I don't want them.  I want to have a chest as flat as Brendon Urie's forehead.  Breasts are the trademark of femininity.  Well it just so happens that I don't want to be a girl.  I would chop them off with a hatchet, but that's not medically safe and I would probably bleed to death.

"Riley!  You're going to miss the bus!" My mother called from downstairs, jolting me from my typical early morning body dysphoria session.

I quickly pulled on a twenty one pilots shirt and some converses.  My parents do let me have some merch, as long at it follows their rules.  No screamo bands, no My Chemical Romance, and no band members on the front.  It sucks but it's better than nothing.

"Coming!" I hopped down the stairs and went into the kitchen where my mother was waiting by the door.  I quickly ate a piece of toast and some orange juice, grabbed my backpack, and started to head out the door.

"Riley, stay here for a second."

I paused and closed the door.  A knot formed in the bottom of my stomach.  What does she want?

"Don't you want to change into something more ladylike?"  She looked me up and down, "You already insisted on getting that awful short haircut and I don't want people mistaking you for a boy."

"Nah, I'm good." I quickly said and started out the door again.

"Riley.  Upstairs.  Change."

"But I'm going to miss the bus!" I protested.

"I'll drive you." Mom insisted, "No go change into that nice V neck I bought you last week."

I sighed and trudged back upstairs.  Every once in a while she makes me do this.  Mom doesn't like that I dress in band merch.  She wants me to be a prim and proper lady.  She wants me to have perfect grades and popular friends.  I do have friends, but they aren't popular.  They're the weirdos of the school.  But that doesn't bother me at all.

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"I'm never going to use the bathroom at school ever again!"  The girl in the seat behind me loudly proclaimed. 

Usually I would just put my earbuds in and ignore them, but when there's conversation about transgender rights I will listen no matter how wrong or bigoted their morals are.  Actually it's a pretty bad habit considering that I usually get pissed off and then even more depressed.

"It's gross." Another guy agreed with her, "I don't want girls in my bathroom.  It's wrong.  They should keep the parts they were born with."

"Excuse me." I stood up and faced them, "Male to female transgenders are not pedophiles.  You are more likely to be sexually assaulted by a straight cisgender boy than a trans person.  So if you could please take that into consideration and maybe try to open your mind things would be a little better for all of us.  Thank you."

"It's still wrong." The girl argued, "I don't want a guy in my bathroom.  A guy can't be a girl anyway.  He'll still have male private parts.  He's still a guy."

"There are hormones that trans people can take." I patiently explained, "There are also surgeries that can remove the male genitalia."

She rolled her eyes, "Whatever.  I don't care.  Go back to your gay club."

I wanted to scream at her, to rip out every hair on her pretty little head and lecture her about the LGBT+ community until she could tell me every gender identity and sexuality to exist.  But I couldn't do that.  We were in the middle of a crowded bus.  So I simply took a deep breath, turned around, and sat back down in my seat.  There's only a few more minutes until I get home anyway.

It's tough being a trans kid in a small Maryland town.  Everyone was raised the same way, so anything or anyone different was viewed as alien and to be avoided at all costs.  We live in a pretty religious community too.

"Riley, come here." My mother beckoned me from the den as soon as I came in the door.  I started to get a little nervous again.

When I entered the den I saw that my mother had my computer and I saw that it was open to the one website that I hoped that she would never find.

My tumblr

"Riley, is this yours?" She asked calmly and gestured at the screen.

"Yes." I said solemnly but inside my mind was buzzing.  I'm fucked.  I am so fucked.  In my bio I put my name as Ryan and to use he/him pronouns.  I regularly reblog trans and other LGBT+ posts and articles.  I am so unbelievably fucked.  They're going to take everything away.  Absolutely everything.

"Are you one of those transgenders?" Her voice was still calm.  How does it stay that calm?  Why isn't she screaming at me?

"Yes."

I braced myself, waiting for the hell that would come.

"I will not have a disgrace to God living in my house." She said slowly, "I cannot trust you.  You are not my child anymore.  Get out."

"Can't we talk to Dad about this?" I begged, "Please?"

"I've already called your father and all the relatives.  None will agree to house such a monstrosity.  Get out of this house."

I stood there, not sure of what to do or say.  I'm getting thrown out of my house.  How am I supposed to survive?  I'm 13 years old so I can't get a job, I can't get money from anyone, I can't stay anywhere.  All my friends live at least 20 minutes away by car and it was unlikely that their parents would agree to take me in.  What am I going to do?

"Now get going before I call the cops on you." Mom said coldly.

So I picked up my backpack and walked out of the house.  She'll come back for me, I'm sure of it.  No mother can abandon their kid like that.  She's just in shock.  I'll be okay.  Everything will be fine.

I walked for a while alongside the road.  After a few hours, it started to get dark.  And cold.  I shivered and looked through my backpack for a sweatshirt.  There was none.  I clicked my phone on and checked the weather.  It was supposed to get down to 30 degrees tonight.  Fabulous.  Just fucking fabulous.

My phone shut off.  I tried turning it on again but all it would show was the low battery symbol.  Fuck.  I must have forgot to turn it off at school today.  It must have been wasting battery in my backpack all day.  I kicked a can lying on the side of the road.  Wow.  It really can't get any worse than this.

I felt a drop on my head.  I looked around.  Where did that come from?  Another drop landed on my head and another on my hand.  In a matter of minutes a light sprinkle of rain turned into a complete downpour.

"Hey!  Kid!  What are you doing?"

Bright headlights shone against my back.  I stood still.  I can't run, they'll follow me.  They have  a car.  Oh my God, what if it's the police?

"It's fucking pouring out!" The guy rolled down his window and stopped next to me.  The light in his car turned on and I could see his facial features.  He had messy hair with a blond strip down the middle.  He had the beginnings of some facial hair, so I would guess that he was in his twenties.

"Get in." He urged, "It's cold and wet out.  I'll drive you home."

I backed away from the car.  He could be a child molester or rapist or something.  All of a sudden, a bolt of lightning shot across the sky.  A loud clap of thunder soon followed.  Without hesitation, I opened the door to man's car and got in.  He might a sexual predator, but I don't want to be struck by lightning.

"Alright." The guy started to drive away, "Who are you and where do you live?"

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Hiiiiii frens :)  So I have little to no self control over what I write, so here's another fic for you people!!  I highly doubt that I'm going to be able to keep up with writing 3 fanfictions at once, but my life is in shambles anyway so I don't give a fuck