BINARY

ONE

I lean against the wall of the sports hall staring at my fat thighs covered by nothing but a micro skort, leaving little to the imagination. Leaving my forced shaved legs out in the open, full of curves and femininity.
"What up?" my best friend said.
Angela Drew; sleek black hair, pale skin, bony wrists and bright red lips.
Status; head of the poetry society, total badass, able to fit in with both the geeks and the populars and the funniest person you will ever meet.
Binary: 0
She sits down next me clearly able to see something was wrong. I stay silent trying to stop my eyes from over following as I try to say the next sentence.
"I'm gender queer" I state in the silence of waiting for our teams to play in the netball match.
I wait for a reply, and I'm scared as hell, this is the first time I'm telling someone in person. I pull my legs up to my chest plunging my face into them.
She stayed silent for a moment and then began to speak "Is that when you want to be the other gender?"
"No, that's transgender, gender queer is when you like, it's a lot of things, it's when you want to be neither genders one day and then the next you might want to be both and then maybe you have a girl day and then a boy day, personally I have more boy days then girl days, I mean I totally understand if you don't want to be friends anymore, it's kinda weird not being one gender you know, pronouns and stuff, and I'm already a total freak and then you add-"
I feel my cold shaking body being pulled into skinny bony arms, "It's all right, you're still the same person, just cause you changed your name and want to be another gender doesn't mean you any less of a person"

Ahhhhh, the perfect coming out, rainbows, confetti, hugs, if only that was real. But it's not, I haven't come out to Angela yet and I don't plan on it, the moment I changed my social medias to angsty_gray, she made jokes about the gray bit and how stupid it was. The only people I have told are Jamie and Layla.
Jamie Smuch; awkward dyed mullet hair, curvy, freckles and amazing green eyes.
Status: huge science geek, huge geek in general, great banter and possibly the most accepting person ever.
Binary: 0.2
Layla Mothmon; short, flat dark brown hair, mono lid and round glasses
Status: shy in class, loud in her friendship group, head of the photography society and good at thinking out of the box.
Binary: 0

"JANE!" I hear being yelled as I stand on the netball court, next thing you know a netball is being thrown in my direction, because of this short notice, the ball went straight past me and hit the wall behind me. I turned round to go and get it and then hand to the other team, and as I turn round I see Heather Parker Kelly walk slowly towards me.
Heather Parker Kelly; very fake blond dyed hair, tall and a bitchy smile.
Status: head of every sports team at school, total bitch, has a huge amount of money from her Mums sugar daddy and an exact copy of Heather Chandler.
Binary: 0
As she walks over to me I can just hear 'Heather, Heather, and Heather!' being repeated in my head over and over and over again, as she walked up to me.
Her perfectly shaved tan legs out on display from that short micro skort, the buttons on her sports shirt were left open and you could see cleavage for days.
"JANE!" She yells with her red lips turning into a smirk.
My legs start to shake as her thighs curve round each other as she continues to walk.
"JANE!" She yells again, my lips begin to quiver, I feel my hands grip on the ball loosen. And suddenly I feel my body throwing the ball to Heather.
She perfectly catches the ball, her red nails gripping it, her smirk fades, "JANE! You idiot it's meant to go to the other team" She yells again and throughs the ball to the goal shooter. I apologise quietly, bowing me head slightly.