Tristan Strings Is Not Normal

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(Y'all best thank Falcon_Ivy for this chapter lol)

Tristan woke up early for school, for once, not feeling like absolute shit. He got ready quietly, enjoying the pin drop silence in his house for once. He crouched down slightly so he could look at himself in the mirror, nodding in approval of his outfit choice; he was wearing yet another soft and slightly oversized , dark blue jumper, the sleeves folded once around his wrists. He tucked the bottom of his jumper into his black jeans which he cuffed so his worm black converse stood out. He ran a hand through his curly dark brown hair , scrunching his nose up as it never stayed neat.

"Tristan! Get ready for scho-" Tristan's mum paused and smiled softly looking at her son. "Come here and give your mama a hug" she smiled and he grinned back, the only difference in both their smiles was that Tristan had a dimple on his left cheek. He pulled her towards him, wrapping his arms around her neck and kisses the top of her head, the sweet smell of tea and perfume making him smile a little more. She was a lonely
lady, without her deceased husband and her son who's constantly having to do work all the time. Though, she did keep herself busy by going to this cooking club with a few other women her age.
"My handsome boy", Tristan could hear the love in her voice as she ran a hand through his curls and his stomach growled. She laughed softly, her melodious laughs were one of the things Tristan's father loved the most about his mother, and pulled away.
"I'm going to make you some breakfast, come down when you're ready"
"Okay mum" he smiled crookedly back at her as she walked out the door and he grabbed his deodorant from under the piles of his books and papers on his desk, pulling up his jumper and shirt underneath to spray it. It reminded him of when he first started transitioning and his mother bought him this exact one. Bittersweet memories.

He yawned, trudging down the creaky wooden stairs and sat down and ate his toast, his mother already left to her cooking class, leaving a cute note with a small heart to let him know she's gone. He could hear his teeth sinking into the toast echo around the small house with every bite. He left the house as soon as he could, locking the door behind him.

His legs went into autopilot, moving on his usual route to school, his mind wandering off to Penny. He had to admit , she was bloody adorable and he loved her peppy personality, though he was quite the opposite. The corner of his peachy lips turned downwards into his usual frown as he moved through the school gates, the usual jeering and chatter quietening down as he walked through the halls to his form class. He was feared, he liked that he was.  Sitting down in his usual spot in the middle of the class, he sighed and rested his head in his hands as he remembered he forgot his bag.

"Fuck, fuck , fuck" he murmured under his breath while the teacher announced there was another new student in his form and he continued to look down, not bothering to pay any attention to whatever git has joined to make his life just that little bit worse.

he heard footsteps and they stopped beside him and he cringed as the metal chair dragged on the floor. He saw some one with white vans which had blotches of colour from paint on it, he knew because his mother had a painting phase. He rolled his eyes and listened for his name in registration, before sitting up properly, running a hand through his messy curls, and heard a soft reply from next to him as a name was called.

That voice was familiar, he turned to look at the girl sitting next to him and immediately recognised the deep, silvery voice and the corners of his lips tugged upwards slightly. Her curly hair and those rectangular framed glasses that he looked for in the store.

"Tristan?" She squealed excitedly as she turned to look at him and her brown eyes widened.

"Hullo Penny, welcome to hell" Tristan replied, resisting to smile back but failed miserably, his dimples on full display.

"Tristan, Penny , would you like to share what you were talking about?" His form tutor snapped, and the tall boy felt a smirk curl his lips.

"Oh nothing sir, just the usual, talking about how shitty this school is" he remarked as he heard Penny gasp softly next to him, pinching his arm but he ignored it.

"Principals office, now"  the teacher replied tiredly, pointing at the door and Tristan sighed, getting up and trudging to the principals office.