Post by DIAN DUBOSE on Mar 27, 2013 22:13:05 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; background-color: #F1F1F1; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #418961 solid; border-bottom: 10px #418961 solid;] Today just, a Thursday, just so happens to be the 17th birthday of Di Dubose. Though, today she was not Dian. On her birthday she decided to go to school as Dean. Her school had only ever met Dean a few times, and though Di’s teachers all knew of the persona and called her as such, the students did not take kindly to Dean. ==> Slam the door You slam the door as you enter. You do not care how loud it was. Cola is not home and the neighbors could go suck it for all you cared. Today has been a horrible day, the world cut you no slacks other than to measure down your torture from 8 hours a day to merely 5. You were out of school at noon and thank god for it. 3 more hours of incessant bullying would have nearly killed you. You hate your school, but you cannot bring yourself to tell Cola. You have made it this far, what is a little longer until graduation? Besides starting over would not have been fun. ==> Flashback It was only last second that you decided what you were going to do. You quickly changed from normal every day wear to a more masculine approach and binded your chest to make you look more masculine. Really, your curves were the only things that kept you from always identifying as a boy. Luckily you knew how to hide them if you wished. The beginning of the day started like any other, no one looked at you and no one cared. That is until role call of 2nd period. The first period teacher was wise enough to stick with the uni-sex Di/Dee that you had adopted so your internet friends didn’t have to guess. Your second period though hadn’t thought much past Dian was Dean today. It had taken a chorus of ‘who is Dean?’s to quite understand what was going on, but they soon realized. The rest of the day people were calling you tranny and… well a lot words that should not be repeated… to anyone. You hated those words. You were also body slammed into the lockers too many times to count, one of which your leg had collapsed under you and many students laughed. No one helped you up, and you hadn’t even brought your cane that day. Life was hard when you were Di Dubose, being so sexually and genderly confused tended to make her mind a mess. ==> back to the present You cast off your scarf, coat, jacket, and gloves (all steampunk-ish you might add) haphazardly in the normally pristine apartment. Grabbing the cane/staff you really should have had all day you make your way across the apartment towards your room. You fling open your room door and it hits the wall. This can be easily ignored. Opening up your computer you immediately pester Ezra. He said he would be online for you. Maybe he was still at school, but you really needed to be cheered up right then, and even if there was little hope he would answernou wanted to try and speak with him. BA: ezra, please tell me youre online BA: I really want to talk to someone BA: hello? BA: well if you are there, I will be right back BA: someone is at the door I think ==> Go to the door You make your way over to the door, limping slightly on the cane. You look disheveled, and despite your dislike for fashion you would never go out in public like this. You assume that it’s the mailman, perhaps it is baring Ezra’s gift? Anything to brighten your day. ==> Open the door. |
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