Life is a whirlwind—thrilling and tragic at times. Let me tell you about a boy named Micah, Micah had dark brown hair, green eyes, and a severe signs of BPD he is only 17 so he can’t get diagnosed. On October 23, 2024, at 12:30 PM, he found the courage to come out to his teacher, Mrs. Marzipan, she was shocked. 

As the bell rang for lunch, Micah stepped into the hallway, which suddenly felt bigger and more daunting. His anxiety surged; Micah felt eyes lingering on his back as if they were lasers piercing through his shirt. Then, out of nowhere, Tinsel shoved Micah hard, the impact jarring him. Suddenly, a door cracked open, and Tinsel darted away to avoid The trouble. Micah felt tears welling up in his eyes; the heat of embarrassment flushed through him, and his hair clung to his forehead. The atmosphere was thick with tension, making it hard to breathe.

“Hey,” called a voice. Trembling, Micah turned to see it was only Emma. She had beautiful dark brown skin like rich chocolate, warm brown eyes, and an impressive Afro. It’s important to note that Emma identifies as a lesbian—so don’t ship her with Micah. Now, let’s get back to the story.

Sighing, Micah still felt the weight of fear pressing down on him. “We need to go,” he insisted. Emma, a bit puzzled but sensing the urgency, agreed to follow. “What’s happening?” she asked. Distraught, Micah began to share his thoughts, ready to confront the chaos around him. the school bell rang, and the ring echoed through the empty halls as Emma and I lingered outside, enjoying the cool evening air. The sun was dipping below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the trees Just then, Mom pulled up to the curb in our old car, but as I climbed in, I noticed that her face was red with blood flowing in her head, dark and alarming. “Micheal,” she said with a shaky voice, her eyes wide with concern, “I heard some things today at school. I've been told you are transgender

."  "You, are packing when we get home"  Her grip tightened on the steering wheel as she continued, “I will not raise someone like that in my house.” At that moment, I could see the anger in her expression She had spoken so rudely that she had no regard for who I  am or the challenges I faced. It was a heavy moment, filled with confusion and hurt, as I struggled to process the shock and harshness. "I've enrolled you in carscade." Micah's stomach twisted and turned it was as if a meteor crashed into his liver. Everything was going downhill what was he to do? Micah felt his life crumble. "Mom why are you doing this" Micah asked. "I told you I'm not raising some transgender in my home." Micah felt tears swell in his eyelids. Mom drove home micah and his mom arrived home the sun is low it’s like half a ball it made the sky pink and orange.  

The beautiful sky shined but the house was dark, empty, and sad. Micah clicked the bright red seatbelt button his arm got stuck in the seatbelt as it reclined. Micah opened the car door and ran to the house. Micah unlocked the house and ran inside.

 Micah ran to his room, clothes scattered everywhere and the lights were on mom must have looked through his room. Micah started packing he started by putting his books in the bottom of the bag so his mom wouldn’t see them. Micah packed green shorts with black spots, a pair of black jeans with blood stains from his mom, and a couple of black shirts one long sleeved one short. 

Micah always took his inhaler everywhere he went for panic attacks. “M do you have everything from your locker” mom said Micah said no but that didn’t extend his stay home. Mom called the principal and told him to send the stuff from M’s locker to the new school. Mom wasn’t in the mood to check M’s bag so she put his bags in the back of the car. Micah got back into the car with mom and they drove off