(This is about my character Martin)

I opened my locker. 

Not again.

Pink confetti was spread on all surfaces. Over the weekend, that SOMEONE had done it again.

You see, most kids at school would take this as a joke, clean out the locker, and move on. But in my case, I'm different.

My name is Martin. Martin Harris. I'm in 8th grade, at Glendenview Junior High. Only some people know my secret, and it's a nasty one.

If you're reading this, then you're reading my diary. Or I've published it. I dunno, no one would read some fricking awkward middle schooler's diary. I guess a lot of people publish diaries and autobiographies and get millions of books sold. Huh. This is getting pretty off topic.

Well, I'll just say this. I don't trust anyone reading this, but... I guess I'll tell you. I...

I'm actually a girl. No wait! I'm not. I'm a boy. I'm- I'm...

I'm trans. 

Gah! What am I saying! Stupid Holden did this! Holden Snippet! He knows it! Everyone else thinks I'm a boy, but he knows. 

I don't know how... like, Tony wouldn't tell a soul... Well, Holden doesn't even HAVE a soul, but Tony wouldn't. 

Hattie? No, we've been friends since 2nd grade. She hates Holden anyways after that orange incident. 

All there's left is Freddy, Liza, Branden...

LILY.

Lily freaking Warren. She knew. She knew before the breakup... she... She couldn't have, right? She hates Holden, right? 

...Right?

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(239 words)

Thank you for reading! I can't write, so criticize away! Goodbye, little snakes!