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I stare at my reflection in the mirror. Cold brown eyes staring at me from a tan freckled face. My mom is going to be so pissed off when she saw what I'd done. Shaggy badly cut hair. Brown. Dark. Short.
It wasn't that it was a teen phase, no, this was my identity and how I felt. I didn't believe I was this perfect girl with long flowing curly hair. No, I was a-. I sigh, closing my eyes. I don't know.
I am wearing a dark t-shirt, with Celtic runes running across in grey and white. My room was pink, I hated it, so I had covered my wall with posters, art, stuff that I like y'know? The sun gleams through the window, illuminating the place. Scissors lie on the floor. My mom would get even more mad about the mess in the bathroom, which was a normal white colour, but the floor had locks of hair on it.
The keys unlock the door, and my mom walks in,
"Annie I'm home!" She shouts, shuffling inside.
Magnus, I think to myself, continuing to glare at my reflection, not answering..
"Annie? Are you-" My mother put her hands to her mouth in shock at the sight of me. My heart beats faster and faster, chest compressing a bit. "Wh..What did you do?"
"Cut it," I say, making scissor motions with my hands, "It's gone mom."
"But why? You always looked so beautiful with your hair long!"
"Yes, beautiful, maybe. But that's not me!" I say standing to look at her, "The long hair, the dresses, that isn't me! That's what you want me to be!"
"Oh Annie-" She says softly.
"THAT'S NOT MY NAME!" I shout, "MY NAME IS MAGNUS, I'M 14 YEARS OLD AND I AM A BOY!"
Immediately my mom straightens, "No, you are not a 'boy', enough with this foolish speaking. You are my daughter."
"No, I told you, that's not me." I cry, eyes welling up with tears.
"Enough Annie!" She shouts, grabbing my wrists, "You aren't well, you're talking rubbish!"
"Stop!" I sob, "Please you don't understand I'm MAGNUS"
She shoves me onto my bed and leaves.
I cry.
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