"OW! OH, BLOODY HELL! OH, FOR THE LOVE OF ENGLAND! FRICK!" I continue to yell and curse, acting more and more like a boy by the second.
Ever since Francine had un-friended me at her party a whole year ago, Life just seemed to have gotten the best of me.
I keep hurting myself, usually unintentionally, and it sucks!
"What did I do to deserve this?" I ask no one in particular. "Like, seriously? Come on!"
Yeah, being the world's favorite torture toy is not the best thing ever.
I grab my backpack, preparing for the last day of sophomore year.
Ugh, I can't wait until I'm a senior.
I'll finally be able to go to University, get into a Study Abroad Program, and go wherever the bloody hell I want!
That will teach my mother a thing or two about what I'm going through as well.
As I'm making sure I'm ready for school, my mind wanders back to Francine.
I'm beginning to think that a whole year wasn't enough to make me relax about it, and it appears that I'm right.
Francine and I were close as kids, so it makes sense that our argument would still bother me a whole year after we had it.
I get too lost in my thoughts that I didn't see a chair sticking out from under the table, and I-
"FFFRRRIIICCCKKK!"
I jump in place, trying not to scream anymore than I already was earlier this morning.
Of course I stub my foot on a chair!
Why else would I be useful in this world except to merely be its entertainment?
"Alice, that wasn't very ladylike," Mum scolds me.
"Well, gee, I'm sorry that I stubbed my foot on the chair," I sass, sitting in a different chair at the table so that my stroke of bad luck doesn't continue into the summer I have ahead of me.
"I don't like that attitude, young lady," Mum sasses back as she continues to make breakfast. "You better not act like this at school today. Wouldn't want to end your sophomore year on a bad note, would you?"
I stay silent, knowing that it isn't worth a fight.
Two more years, I tell myself. Two more years, and then I will finally be free.
I finish getting ready for school, eating breakfast and beginning my five minute walk to the school.
~~~~~~
Francine's P.O.V.
"Yo, Francine!" Isabelle says, waving her hand in front of my face. "You're spacing. What's wrong?"
"Nothing," I smirk. "I'm just thinking."
"About?" Maria wonders, looking interested.
I frown, realizing that they didn't know what had happened.
"I...lost a friend last year," I explain. "A good friend. She and I were really close, but I guess not every friendship lasts, right?"
"School and living in different countries will get to you," Isabelle comforts me with a sad smile. "Besides, you have us, now, and our friendship is one that's bonded by spirit. No one can break that!"
I laugh as she pulls me into a side-hug, a big smile on my face.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," I agree.
"Anything else?" Maria asks.
"Well, there was one other thing," I answer nervously.
"And that is?" Isabelle raises a brow in question, oblivious to my nervousness.
"I was thinking that since this is my last year of high school," I start, "it's the perfect time to make my change."
"Change?" Maria smirks. "What does that mean?"
I start to feel scared, and I can feel my heart pounding inside my chest.
They don't know, no one does, except for me.
How do I tell them? I ask myself, worried.
No one knew that I was transgender, or that I was even thinking about it.
I don't really know when I had decided that I wanted to be a boy instead of a girl, but I'm starting to think that it was last year, when Alice and I had declared that we are no longer friends.
I have it all planned out, that I will complete my change over the summer.
That way, when I go to University, it will be a new start, a new life.
"Um, well," I begin, "I'm transgender now."
There is an awkward silence, with me just sitting there in fear of not being accepted by my friends, and then my only two friends in this world now looking at me with confusion, then....
Happiness?
"Omg!" Isabelle squeals. "What a coincidence, so am I!"
"You are?" I ask, confused.
"To add on," Maria grins, "me too!"
"You are?" I repeat, looking at Maria now.
Isabelle sighs with relief, and I instinctively do the same thing.
"It feels so nice to tell someone else," she says. "I honestly thought that I was alone."
"So did I," Maria chuckles.
"So, what are your boy names?" I smirk. "I mean, as long as we're changing, we need new names."
"I was thinking 'Antonio,'" Isabelle answers. "It's more Spanish than 'Isabelle.'"
"And I was thinking 'Gilbert,'" Maria goes on, "because 'Gilly' is a cute nickname for someone with that name!"
"Those sound awesome!" I grin.
"What about you?" Isabelle asks me.
"I was thinking 'Francis,'" I reply. "I wanted something close to my original name."
"Francis, Antonio, and Gilbert," Isabelle lists off. "Ha, we're going to be the best boys out there!"
"Now, we need a gang name," Maria decides.
"How about the 'Bad Touch Trio,'" Isabelle suggests, "or 'BTT' for short?"
"I like it," Maria nods in agreement.
"Me too," I add with a look of mischief, "because I like how you can compare it to our change as a bad and toxic thing, but we're going to be totally hot and rebellious, so people would want us to be their lovers, but they can't have us."
"Sounds awesome!" Maria grins.
"So, it's settled," Isabelle says, determined. "Today, after school, we're officially going to change from hot women to hot men."
~~~~~~
Alice's P.O.V.
Finally, summer vacation!
It took its sweet time to get here, just like last summer, but I'm glad I'm free for the next three months.
Now, I can plan out the last two years of my high school life without any problems, and then after that, I'll be able to go to University anywhere that I want, hopefully kissing England goodbye forever in the process.
Should I feel bad about leaving my parents like that?
Probably, but if my mum won't accept me for who I am, why should I stay?
Besides, I'll be on my own, an adult, so it's not up to her anymore, anyway.
No, it's up to me, only me, and I am going to wear my new self loud and proud.
Yes, no more decisions made by my mum.
From now on, every decision will be up to me.