don't touch my butt

things were going ok

"You can't go back to the art room, someone left their tray there and now all non-art students are banned."

"What?! This is so not fair! I hate the lunchroom it's complete shit! Now i'm going to have to sit next to the brain dead racist kids and act like i don't care."

"I'm sorry, it's not my rule it's Ms. Mullers"

That's it. I'm done with this school. Guess I'll be bringing a book to lunch and pretend like i don't hear other people talking. I hate this damn school. Going to the art room for lunch was the only way I could survive. Sure, I wasn't in art class, but I did love to draw. It's one of my favorite things to do besides isolate myself and read. I have now decided that the entire world is shit and there's nothing good ANYWHERE. The only hope I had was for when I could finally get to college and have my own apartment. 

"Alright guys it's time for lunch! Let's go!" Well, heres my doom. I would want to say "FUCK YOU!" to the world but I can't mess up my perfect record of i-have-anxiety-so-i-don't-speak-a-single-word. When I got to lunch it was just as boring as I thought. I was the only one sitting at my table, because i'm the only one in my group of friends who isn't in art class. So I read my book, and eat a few pieces of popcorn because I woke up too late to pack a lunch, and wait for lunch to be over. Some kids next to me are talking about a teacher they hate. For some reason kids can't realize that the reason the teacher is mean to them is because they talk to their friends all class, never pay attention, and disrespect the teacher. 

Don't get me wrong, I hate certain teachers too. Some of them are creepy and/or want to assign 50 pages of homework to do in one night, which pisses me off. But certain teachers are just nice until they get ticked off. If your a decent person, you probably understand what i'm talking about. All I want to do right now is go home, and text Cas. She's my best friend, and i couldn't ask for a better one. She's supported me on everything, including me coming out as bi, and how i will never tell my family i'm nonbinary because they've already shared their opinions on that. 

Me: Hey, wanna come over today?

Cas: Yeah sure! Just let me ask my mom!

She also has super over-ruling parents that favorite her brother Jack and I think are super-mega-douchebags. 

Cas: She said yes I just need to finish my homework real quick

Me: You can just finish it at my house while we watch some PJ and maybe some Doctor Who.

Cas: Okay i'll bring my math and science homework. Mr. Ed decided to assign two more equations to the five page packet.

Me: K, see u in a few. 

The door bell rang, and I ran to the door like a dog when he see's a squirrel. Oh and my dog Picasso did too.

"Hey, let's get some snacks and head up to my room, I already put Princess Jellyfish in my laptop." I said out of breath.

"Cool, Hi picasso!" She then showered him with lots of petting. 

We walked into my kitchen and gathered anything that looked good. Picasso followed us into my room and jumped on my bed while we occupied the floor. He took up the whole bed, so I saw no point in trying to move 60 pounds of dog. 

"So Doctor Who comes out with the first episode of their new season this Saturday. They're finally going to have an openly gay character!" I say super excited. 

"Yeah but it still has Peter Capaldi as The Doctor"

"Oh shut up Peter is great as The Doctor! You're just mad because it's not Matt Smith. Plus there are the rumors of making Matt the Doctor again" Doctor Who is our favorite TV show. I've been watching it since 5th grade, because that's when she got me hooked on it. I've always loved David Tennant as The Doctor, and that will never change. He was the best and had the best companions! Rose, Martha, and Donna were some of the best companions. 

"Whatever. This is Peters last season so you won't hear me complaining for much longer. When will Kate be home?" Kate is my sister. She's alright but can be kind of bossy and make me self conscious about my looks. 

"Probably around 10 or 11. She has work as always."

*buzz buzz* Wow. A new notification. Since when did anyone talk to me besides Cas?

"Oh my god. Miles is going to more cities! She's coming here! We should totally go together, it would be perfect!"

"Aren't the tickets kind of expensive?"

"Yeah but i haven't bought anything recently so I should have a bit of money. You'll just need to pitch in for your on ticket."

"Sounds cool, but i'll have to see what my mom says. She'll probably need an adult to go with us."

Of course. Can't do anything actually exciting without an adult around! I hate things like that. I just want to go on my own, with my own space and my own fun. 

"ugh ok. Let's just get back to watching PJ and finish our homework." I usually procrastinate, but since Cas is here she's good at helping me with it. We chit chat some more, geek out over things, and it gets to be 5:30. 

"I gotta go Al, it's almost dinner time and my mom would want me home by now."

"Ok. I'll probably text you later." I lead her downstairs and out the door. Picasso is sad to see her go but knows he'll see her soon. I go back up to my room and don't finish my homework. 

"Alyssa! Dinner time"

"I'm coming!" Yes, my name is Alyssa, but I prefer Al. This is because i'm nonbinary, but my parents can't know that. I go downstairs, and prepare for an annoying dinner. My dad will probably go off about something which will put me in a worse mood then i'm already in. 

Tonight we have Tortellini soup. My dad cooks every night. Eso si que es. (Don't use google translate to translate that. it's incorrect.) My mom asks me how school was, I say fine. She asks how Cas is, I say fine. Same answer every day. There's never really anything interesting to tell her.

"Hey mom, I was wondering if I could go see one of my favorite YouTubers do a show. I was thinking of going with Cassie" (I'm the only one who calls her Cas) 

"Maybe it depends how much it is and who they are."

"Well their name is Miles and-"

"Their? Is it multiple people?"

"No,no. They just don't really like to go by he or she."

"But they is plural."

"It doesn't have to be. Miles just doesn't go by either gender."

"What was - it - born as?"

"A girl..."

"Ok, then she's a she"

"Ok."