We Are Human

Chapter 1

Today's the day. I'm gonna tell them. I can't hide it anymore. I look at the mirror in the bathroom, where I had been making my decision for the past half-hour. I turn on the sink and splash some cold water on my face, then look in the mirror. I take a deep breath, and close my eyes for a second. If this doesn't go well, I always have Syd's place. Sydney Prince has been my friend for years now. She's the only one who knows about my one wish. My one wish to be a girl. She told me that if anything went wrong then I might be able to live with her. Thank God for accepting friends. I walk out of the bathroom and down the long hallway to the living room where my parents, and older brother was. I pass the portrait that my dad, the preacher, hung up. It was an old painting of Jesus. The eyes seem to look at me with the disapproval that I'm expecting to see in my fathers eyes. I wish that this would be easier. I clutch the piece of paper that has a full speech written on it. You've come this far Andy. Don't turn back yet. At least your name will stay the same. Andy's a great name. Take a deep breath, and just tell them what you want. I enter the living room, and as I was expecting there was my father in his chair. Bible in hand. Great. And my mom was cooking in the open kitchen, and at the dining room table was my brother Brandon, working on what was supposed to be his math homework, but I could see he had his phone out. I look around at the family that had raised me to be a boy, and I think again about the possible outcomes. I take another deep breath and open my mouth to speak.

"Hey Dad? Mom? Brandon? Can I talk to you guys about something." There's no turning back now.

"Sure son. What do you need?" My Dad asks. I bite my lip when he calls me son. My mom walks out of the kitchen, but kept looking back at the kitchen to make sure the water doesn't boil over. Brandon sighed, and turned around in his chair to face me. I take the piece of paper out of my pocket, and look at it. Then I put it away again. I have to do this.

"Lately, there has been a lot on my mind. In fact, there's always been this on my mind. As you know, I was born on October 6th. Name-Andrew Christopher Williams. Parents- Christopher Williams and Victoria Williams Weight- 7.5 kg. Gender-male." I pause. My parents look at me with surprise. I take one more deep breath. "I'm not exactly. Well. I mean it's." I struggle with what to say. My mom walks over to me and places her hand on my shoulder.

"What are you trying to say buddy?"

"I don't want to be a boy." I blurt out. My dad looks at me with a mixture of confusion and anger. My brother's eyes widened, suddenly interested in what I have to say. "I'm a girl. Not a boy, like you want me to be. I'm not Andrew, I'm just Andy. It's something that I've been researching, and everything made sense when I finally found the term Transgender. The definition is denoting or relating to a person whose sense of personal identity and gender does not correspond with their birth sex. " I say. There I said it. Now I jut have to wait to see what my parents say. My mom, retracts her hand from my shoulder, faster than if i had said that I was carrying a deadly disease. My dad set his bible on the counter next to him, and leaned forward in his chair.

"You're a boy. You're just trying to do this for attention. It's 'in' right now to be 'lgbt', but it's just a phase." He puts an odd emphasis on in, and LGBT.

"No I'm sure of it. Ever since I was born I've preferred playing with dolls, and I always wanted to wear the clothes from the girls section instead of the boys. When ever someone uses He/him pronouns for me, I feel out of place, but what I want to be a girl."

"It's wrong. If you make this decision, then you go against what God has planned for you. You were born to do something great, not this, satanic..."

"It's not Satanic!" I cut him off, raising my voice a little. "I'm sorry I'm not the perfect son, like Brandon is, but I hope that you might be able to accept me to be the perfect daughter." My voice kept raising. I feel tears swelling up in my eyes. I try to hold them back, but a few fall down my cheeks. I shouldn't have done this. I could have kept a relationship with my parents, but no. No. I had to do this.

"Don't talk to your father that way!" My mom said looking at me.

"As long as He, decides to walk along the path leading to Hell, he is no son of mine. Go. Pack up. I want these Fag ideas out of my house." He spats. The words hit me in the chest like a bullet. I hear Brandon at his seat gasp. The rest of the tears break through and start to pour out of my eyes. I turn away from him, and as I start to walk away, my mom grabs my wrist lightly. In fact it was more of a brush, than her actually trying to help me. I start to run down the hallway, with tears falling fast down my face. I turn the corner sharply into my room. I fling myself on my bed, and just start sobbing. This can't be happening. I can't believe it. I keep crying, when a knock came to my door. I didn't answer, but it didn't matter. In walked Brandon.

"Hey, B..." he stops "Hey sis. That was pretty brave what you said out there. It's also pretty cool. Dads a bastard, you know that already. Why didn't you tell me sooner, I've always wanted a little sister? You know so I could torment you." He says, then sits down next to me.

"Why are you here? I'm surprised you're allowed in here." I say into my pillow.

"He doesn't know where I am. He thinks I decided to work in my room." I turn around, and look at him. He gives me a gentle nudge, then looks at the door. "Mom is breaking down, and Dad is, well, Dad is pacing around in the living room worrying about what the church is going to think of this whole ordeal." Brandon laughs. I laugh a little with him. "Do you want any help packing?" I think about it. I probably won't get to see him much after I'm gone. Maybe we'll pass in the halls at school, but I know I'll never be let back here, or in the church. I'm about to tell him yes when my dad interrupts.

"Brandon! You'd better be in your room!" He yells. Brandon sighs.

"Well, I'll see you off. You should leave tonight, so that it's not so hard in the morning." He says then leaves. I look around the room that I never really like anyways. It was colored a dark navy blue, and had bookshelves filled with biblical stories. I a chest are toys that I had never even took out of their box. Textbooks take their places on my desk, and paper are flowing out of the drawers. Mainly consisting of rough drafts for my coming out speech, which had gone horribly. There's not much I need to bring, but I do not grab my Percy Jackson and Harry Potter collection. I couldn't leave without those. I take a bag, and I pack all my stuff. I grab a blanket that I had stolen from the living room, and I walk out of the room. Probably for the last time. Ever.

Brandon is standing at the door with a bag of his own. He hands me it and tells me that he put enough food in there to last me a few days, and he also tells me that on Sundays I could come to the house and pick up some more food while my parents are at church. I give him a huge hug.

"Take care, little Sis." He says. I smile, then look around the house one more time. I caught the eye of my father from the top of the stairs. I see the horror in his eyes. I couldn't bear to look any longer. I walk out of the door quickly, shutting it behind me. Goodbye Andrew. Hello Andy.

So I made the book. I think it's good. I know I've written a lot of new stories lately, but this is one that I had to write down, and start creating. Anyways. I hope you liked it. Good bye!