Her mom was annoyed, and Angela was right there with her. She sighed and leaned her head back. As she nodded she closed her eyes. Whatever. It would be fine. Having a French manicure wouldn’t really kill her. She just felt like it was going to as she sat there and the woman put ugly-looking pale pink polish over her nails. It was absolutely awful and the worst part of it was her mom still wanted to go shopping for new clothes after this. Angela was sure that they would be more of the same clothes she wouldn’t be wearing. She really should have tried harder to convince her mom that she wasn’t all that well that morning, but part of her had hoped that maybe this afternoon would bring them closer together.
She’d been feeling kind of separated from her mom for a while, and this day had only made that feeling worse. Her mom clearly didn’t know anything about her, and worse than that was how Angela didn’t have any idea of how to make things better between them. She was feeling lost and the only time that she really felt like herself was with her friends, but even they were starting to seem alien to her. Maybe it wasn’t them, though. Maybe this was about something being wrong with her. She really didn’t know anymore.
* * * *
Two hours later they were back home and Angela tossed her many new bags of clothes, jewelry and shoes onto the bed before she flopped down on top of her comforter. She had a bright-blue journal in her nightstand, which she quickly pulled out. At first she was only scribbling. It was something she did when she was bored. But then she started writing ‘Adam’ over and over again across all the narrow lines of her notebook. It was weird, at first, writing someone else’s name down, especially as she laid there, going through her own loopy handwriting and hating the way the A looked in a boy’s name when it had always been fine in her own. It didn’t look right at all, and as she laid there trying to make the name look perfect and having no idea why it even mattered to her at all, Angela was starting to get frustrated.
So Angela changed the way she was writing the letters and made the A more angular and less of the large circle like she had always done. The D lost its curved top somewhere around the thirtieth time she had rewritten the name that was slowly becoming familiar to her. The second A could stay a loop. That wasn’t so bad. But Angela couldn’t connect it to the M. That made it look way too girly. Seventy-three times after she had started writing the name, she was happy with how it had come out. Spikey A, simple D, loopy A, spikey M. Adam. It was… Angela wasn’t really sure what it was really. But she liked how it looked a lot more now than when she’d started writing it out. She had heard this name probably hundreds of times. It was a pretty common name after all, but it was becoming more familiar to her as she spent so much time writing it over and over again. There was no real explanation that she could give for why she’d written the name so many times. It might have even been some type of new madness that she’d never heard of before. But it didn’t feel like she was going crazy. She felt almost calm as she kept carefully writing the name Adam over and over again.
As she put her gel pen down and traced her fingertip over that simple little name, Angela couldn’t help feeling a little happy with it. And maybe she was even a little relieved. Because for some reason that name and how it was written mattered to her. And she didn’t have the slightest idea why that would have been.
* * * *
Monday morning meant that she had her Sex Ed class. Angela hated that stupid class and all the awful girls in it who giggled when the banana was brought out, and the guys who groaned at all the disgusting videos of what could happen when people had unprotected sex. It was even worse since the class was right before she was scheduled to have lunch. She’d skipped eating a few times after seeing those horrible videos.
The only saving grace of that whole class was that her friend Heidi was in it. She sat right next to Angela and was as bored as any of them, but that was mostly because she’d been having sex for over a year and knew everything there was to know about being with guys. And Angela had yet even to kiss a guy, though there had been a few that she’d been tempted to. Like Blaine. It was stupid but just thinking about him and kissing together made her smile. It would never happen, but imagining him leaning over and kissing her was one of the silliest little daydreams that she’d ever had.
“Today in class we are going to learn about a few of the different gender identities that exist in our society as well as those outside of ourselves as well. It is important that we get a wide cultural understanding of different peoples to broaden your horizons and appreciation for other people and not just who you’re most familiar with. This will also tie into the video we watched last week on human sexuality and the diverse sexual practices and sexualities that can be found around the world,” their teacher, Mr. Hawthorne, said as he came in and started up the TV with a click of the remote in his hand. “And there’s a movie to go along with it.” Which meant that he could sit at his desk and ignore them while he played on his phone and called it work. He’d probably have his feet up too. “I expect you all to be paying full attention.” Unlike how he would be, of course.
Angela sat in the front row so that when she laid her head over her forearms there was no one to get in the way of her being able to see the screen. Once Mr. Hawthorne had turned off the obnoxiously bright fluorescent overhead lights, Heidi put up the hood of her dark gray wool sweater and laid her head down on the desk too. Angela knew that she’d be asleep within the first ten minutes of the movie. At least her best friend didn’t snore. Sam, a guy two rows back, snored so loudly they had all started laughing a few weeks before. He was a pretty quiet guy and he’d been so embarrassed by it that he hadn’t been able to meet anyone’s gaze for over a week. He was still barely saying hi to anyone. Angela felt pretty badly for him.
She knew, from the times that she’d stayed after school to hang out with Heidi or to get some extra tutoring help in a class, that Sam stayed late to help out in the after school program with the elementary school kids that hung out in the high school’s gym. She’d seen him in there a few times as she was leaving the school. Angela figured he must really like kids to want to spend his evenings playing soccer with them so often. But one thing she knew for sure of was how much he liked Heidi. Too bad her best friend was absolutely not interested in him at all. The poor guy. Heidi didn’t go for guys like him. He was too sweet, and far too nice for her tastes. She ran with the much more dangerous, bad boy type of guys. She said they were exciting. Angela didn’t get it at all. She liked nice guys. The kind that thought of her first and were sweet about it. Guys like Blaine.
She really had to stop thinking like that. Blaine was completely off the table for her. She had to get her head off obsessing about him. In the winter she hardly thought about him, but as summer came, and with it her family’s annual camping trip, each day she was just one more day closer to seeing him again. Focus, she told herself. I’m in class. Right now I need to focus and not waste time thinking about Blaine or his perfect smile.
“Wake me up before the movie ends,” Heidi whispered to her.
Angela could tell that she was already starting to drift off to sleep. No one would notice that she wasn’t paying any attention to the movie, though, since she didn’t snore at all. If Angela was feeling tired, she might have taken a nap too, but then no one would have been looking out for Heidi. And, also, she’d had an orange soda in art class so she wasn’t tired at all. She was more bored than anything else.
Angela nodded to her. She’d watch out for Heidi like she always did when they had movies in the classes they shared. They’d been friends for years and this was just what they did. “Sure. I doubt you’ll miss anything anyway. It’s probably going to be a pretty crappy video.” They’d seen dozens of movies over the year and they were all low budget and not very good at all. Angela often struggled to pay attention and not start daydreaming or thinking about what she was going to have for lunch. She really loved nachos and they were one of the few things in the cafeteria that was actually good to ea
t, though the hot chocolate wasn’t half-bad either.
Heidi giggled softly and stretched out her long legs, getting as comfortable as she could in the awful little desks that bit into Angela’s butt. Heidi didn’t seem to have that problem, but then again she also had a much smaller butt than Angela did. Angela tried not to be jealous of how skinny and cute she was. She wasn’t even that vain, but she saw how guys looked at Heidi and sometimes she really wanted that for herself too. But she didn’t want to be a girly girl like Heidi was to get it. Heidi wore pink and looked cute all the time and she did her nails and kept them neat constantly. Angela had no idea how to even be like her. She wasn’t even sure how she and Heidi had become friends, but she was just grateful that they had. Heidi was her best friend and Angela absolutely loved her.
Mr. Hawthorne used the remote to start the movie and someone in a flat, monotone voice started telling them about gender versus sex and how gender was how a person felt and sex was what their body was and how that didn’t always match up right from birth. Angela really didn’t get it but she was trying to pay attention just in case any of the information was on the final in a few weeks. Heidi quickly dropped off to sleep beside her.
A woman came on the screen, though her voice was actually that of a man’s, and Angela frowned at the instant strangeness of it. “I knew something was different about me from an extremely early age. I think I was about three when I first started wearing my older sister’s dresses and sparkly purple play heels. They felt right in a way my boy clothes never had. People like to say that clothes have no gender, and they don’t, but how people react to you with what you’re wearing definitely plays a role in how accepted you feel as a child and that makes you wear certain things over others. I knew that wearing her clothes was probably wrong, but I did it anyway because it made me feel better. I played with her dolls in private. I joined her in her tea parties whenever I could. At first our parents thought I was just being a good little brother, but when it became obvious that I wanted to do the tea parties even when my sister didn’t, they realized something was off about me.
“Our parents didn’t understand what I was experiencing and within a few months, they decided to put me into talk therapy. But I didn’t need that kind of help from them or anyone else. I was a girl but I wasn’t in the body I needed to be in. I was confused and angry, and sometimes I acted out because I had no better way to express myself. I was extremely aggressive when I started school. I was put in more therapy. I started fights and I would scream out for no reason at all. I was frustrated and angry all the time. I didn’t understand what I was doing or what was going on with me. I had no explanation for the things I was feeling or what I was going through. The only things I was absolutely aware of was how I felt absolutely wrong all the time, and it only got worse as I got older, and also that no one in my family seemed to care how much I was suffering every single day. I was only seen as the bad child, the one who didn’t try hard enough or at all, and who sought attention in the worst ways when all I was trying to do was find out how to fix myself.”
Angela didn’t need to hear any more of what the woman was saying and she quickly tuned her out because what the woman was talking about, what she had been feeling, was pretty close to what Angela had been experiencing lately too. She didn’t feel like a girl most of the time. And even though she hadn’t been acting out like the woman had been, she knew something was wrong. She didn’t feel like a girl should, or at least like she’d been told that girls should be. Instead of how she had always been told that she was supposed to feel, she felt wrong, and in that moment Angela felt more wrong than she ever had before because it was all suddenly clicking. She didn’t like shoes or girl clothes or doing her nails or messing with her hair. But it was more than being a tomboy. She didn’t like what her body was doing now that she was in full-blown puberty and she missed being androgynous like she’d been only a few years before. She wasn’t a tomboy, and she was starting to be pretty sure that maybe she wasn’t even a girl at all.
Her heart raced as she sat there staring down at her scarred, old wooden desk and wishing she was anywhere but sitting right there in the middle of class. As her mind started realigning to an incredibly scary new reality that was becoming clear, Angela was acutely aware of how much she needed to get some fresh air. The room was suddenly far too confining and far too normal for the thoughts and feelings racing through her.
She didn’t exactly have permission to leave the room in the middle of class and she didn’t ask for it either. Angela just grabbed up her backpack and ran out of the room without saying a word to anyone. She was only two rooms from the front doors of the high school and she burst through them and out into the warm summer air.
Angela found a bench to sit down on in the high school’s front courtyard and that helped her catch her breath a bit. There were so many thoughts and ideas running through her head that she needed time to think about. When the bell rang for lunch, she managed to pull herself together and join the other students in their rush for food.
“OMG. What the hell happened to you?” Heidi demanded as soon as Angela came over to sit next to her at their favorite lunch table. “You freaked out, I mean, at least according to the moron sitting behind you. He said you must have been possessed or something, the way you took off. But you and I both know that if you were ever possessed, the first person who would know, aside from you of course, would be me. Because obviously.”
Angela cracked a smile. “Sorry. My stomach was just acting crazy for a little bit there. I’m all good now.” It was a lie. She was freaking out inside and she desperately wanted to talk to Heidi about it, but she was terrified of what her best friend would think of her if she shared even a tiny percent of what was going on in her own mind. It was a scary place right then, but she also felt so completely comfortable with her thoughts for the first time in a very long time.
“You feeling any better now?” Heidi asked her.
Shrugging, Angela stared down at the bag of chips and a soda she’d grabbed out of the case for lunch. “More or less?” She had to tell Heidi sometime. She knew that. But she was so completely scared to. Maybe Heidi would still love her. Maybe she’d even try to understand. But Angela was terrified of what the flip side could be and she absolutely loved Heidi and didn’t want to risk losing her. “I’m good. I promise.”
Heidi blew her a kiss. “Of course you are. That was one hell of an exit, though. Way to get out of a damn boring movie.” They laughed together, and Angela didn’t feel too scared for a moment as she laughed with her best friend over a bag of chips and a soda Heidi was quickly draining.
* * * *
That night her mom ordered pizza and they sat together watching a movie in the living room with plates on their laps and glasses of milk beside them.
“What happened in Sex Ed class today? Your teacher called me and said you just took off. Mr. Hawthorne thought you might have been upset by the video you were watching in class for some reason.”
Angela shrugged and kept eating her pizza. She wasn’t ready to go into that just yet. “I wasn’t feeling well.” Frowning, she put her pizza down and looked over at her mom. “What would you have done if I was born a boy?”
Her mom laughed but didn’t glance at her. “Well, you would have probably had a lot more in common with your dad than with me then. But you’d still be my princess.”
Even though I’m a boy?
Angela shook her…his head. Clearly his mom hadn’t heard him, hadn’t understood what he was trying to get at, or hadn’t really cared. But it had taken a lot for Angela to even want to ask that before and he couldn’t repeat himself now. It was too scary to say the words. Too new to voice what he knew in his heart and let it out into the world. He needed time for that. Time and strength. He had some of the first and he knew he’d have the find the second from somewhere.
So he just ate his pizza and watched the romantic comedy movie, all while knowing there was this thing inside h
im… No, not a thing. A person. A boy. That was the only thing about him that was suddenly making any sense. He was a boy. Despite his bright pink skirt and the sequined headband currently holding his long hair away from his face, Angela kind of knew who he was now. At least he knew the basics. He was fifteen and a boy. It was a terrifying place to start but that was where he was.
Chapter Two
It was always the same…
The night was dark, but Blaine Chambers felt good. He tried to be quiet as he slipped into the house, going as far as to take off his shoes before he walked through the garage door. The second his feet hit the cold tile in the overly immaculate kitchen, lights came on, brighter than any spotlight he’d ever seen. Blaine blinked against the light, then his mother stomped out of the glare.
“Blaine Alan Chambers!” Her voice had an unreal shrillness to it. “Where have you been?”
Fear coursed through him and he turned to find the door he’d just came through gone, and a row of cabinets that had never existed in real life blocked his way.
“Don’t you dare turn away from me, young man!” His mother was halfway across the kitchen. She pointed at him and shook her hand with each word. “Answer my question!”
Blaine swallowed hard. “Out with friends.”
“Which ones?” His mother was close enough to grab him. Even though he jerked away, she managed to get hold of his ear, something she hadn’t done in years. He’d grown too big for her to drag around by his ears. “I need to know so that I can let their parents know that their kids were drinking too.”
His heart sank and for a moment he felt like it stopped. “But, Mom, it was just one beer. I swear.” Even as the words left his mouth, he knew they weren’t going to be enough to change anything that was about to come. The dream was always the same.
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