Spectrum

Chapter One

Hello my lovely readers! Yes, I know that I usually try to steer away from putting in Author's Notes in my stories, but I need to tell you that this is an ongoing edited story. This story, as it's being written, shall be edited through to change certain scenes or even people. As of right now, the only thing that has been edited is the older brother's name from Daniel/Danny to Joshua/Joshy, the protagonists name from Blake to Sean and their former name from Blane to Andrea. Hmm.. What else.. Oh, I am also going to change their hair color back to blonde. As well as Randy's name from Randy to Jessie. Alright, that's all! If I make a change to a chapter I will post it in a little author's note in the beginning of the chapter. I know they ruin the mood, but it's just so none of my readers will get lost or confused if while they are following the story, an abrupt name change happens. Thank you for your comments and votes, I appreciate it

Ever since she was born, Emily had been father's favorite. Of course she was. She looked just like our late mother. She had golden blonde hair that she never cut. It had grown down to her waist, and it was naturally straight. She had golden skin that had no blemishes, as well as a small amount of freckles scattering across her nose. She had bright green eyes and, as my father put it, she was very 'innocent'. I say that she's just stupid and naive. She was very curvaceous, and she was five feet tall. To my father, she was perfect. But she wasn't. She was a spoiled brat, as well that she never wanted to be wrong. Of course. She was a snitch as well, she never took blame upon herself. I despised her.

She was unlike my brother and I.
My brother had shaggy blonde hair and emerald eyes. He was pale and slender, but he was gorgeous. He was six feet and three inches, he towered over most people at school, as well as our father. His name was Joshua. He preferred that name, but he only Let me called him Joshy. I had since we were little, and no matter how much he'd say he didn't like it, there was that twinkle in his eyes that told me he did. He was shy towards other, he'd never let anyone but siblings get to close. At one point, Emily, Joshua, and I were all so close. We would only socialize with each other than new people. We just didn't like letting others into our circle. Then when we entered high school, Emily detached from us. She was the popular one, the one that everyone wanted to talk to and be friends with because she was so pretty and trusting. She turned her back on us, and Joshy never looked at her the same.
An then there was me. Out of the three of us, I was the outcast. Well, I would be if Joshy and I weren't attached to the hip, but since he was a senior and I was a sophomore, there was only so much time we could be together. I, naturally, had a dark blonde hair, a tawny color I had dull green eyes. None of us had blemishes, but my freckles were all over my cheeks and nose. I wasn't very tall, only standing to give feet six inches, and I was skinny compared to Joshy. Joshy loved to tease me on how tiny I was compared to him, but I knew he as just playing around. Of course, he loved my height and build, because if I was scared or angry he could wrap his around me and rock me calm, and I secretly think that I fit perfectly in his arms. We were almost inseparable, but the times were we did have to go to separate classes or things, I was mostly bullied for... Well, being different. I lived in a town that was always following the church and tell way of God. I believe in God, it was.. Well, I was homosexual. Homosexual is just a fancy way of saying that I liked me, and I fit queer spectrum. I didn't fit in the rules of the church because I was a FTM. I was born and raised as a female, but I had always seen myself as a male. I asked my father if I could do the gender reassignment surgery, and he actually allowed it. We'd always been on the wealthy side, so he paid for my surgery. Joshy said I looked even better as a guy, the charmer in the family of course, but Emily... She wasn't so happy. She would always whine on how she lost her sister and she always referred to me as either 'she' or freak. So, because of that, I was made fun of. A lot.
My brother accepted me for who I was, and I was grateful for that. Without him, I may as well be lost in a sea of faces that despised me. My sister was a different story. She spread rumors about me, she would have others hurt me, an she would have everyone outcast me. I didn't care what she thought of me. The only person that mattered to me was Joshy, and he loved me the way I was.
After I entered my sophomore year, I began to meet people that didn't fit the society gender spectrum like me. Though, I was still cautious around others, I made one close friend. Their name was Jessie. They were called 'he' by everyone who decided that he couldn't be a 'they', since they were agender, but they just brushed it off. They did care about what others thought about them. I honestly wished I had their courage and attitude. I cared too much of what others had to say about me. Daddy always said to watch what others said about you, because if it went out, it could cause bad press. So I was much too sensitive to what others said.