I remember that summer I had been away from home for weeks, but I had been lost for much longer. Day after day I spent by the log fireplace with a blanket, looking at the comforting wooden walls surrounded by a serene silence, my family right beside me. It was agonizing. I longed for a distraction from myself, but in this peaceful place, all I could do was think. At this point of my life, I was enduring the painful process that all people must inevitably endure in their lives, the process of self-discovery. And recently, I had made a breakthrough. I had discovered, some way or another, that I am transgender.
The pad of my thumb slides over my cheek, wiping away tears. I step closer, putting my hands on her hips, pulling her closer. “I don’t understand,” I admit. “Why are you so upset, Juliet? Why are you overreacting? I went to a bar, drank a little, and kissed a girl.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” Derek said with a smirk on his face. Together we walked through the long hall and made small talk. I found that the more time I spent with him, the more I began to trust him.
“I had to defend all three of us. Myself, and him, and her. And even then… even when I did…” I was sobbing now; I couldn’t help it.
She seemed to fall back at such a question, but taking the step I wouldn’t take and grabbing my hand to pick me up off the ground, she smiled softly; holding onto me as tenderly as possible, “I know you don’t. I mean, all this time you’ve chased after me and blamed me for everything. It must go against everything you believe in, but listen, I’ve never wanted to harm you and I never will. You’re a part of me. If you want to blame me and hate me for making you live with me after all this too, you have the right to do that. For now, just know that I’m gonna take care of you and the next time I see Lalnable, I’m gonna thank him and then flux him up, I
“Chloe, I’m a different person than I was. I started dating Dylan when I first got to Hollywood, and I didn’t know how to handle my freedom. I’ve done stupid things in the past, yeah, and I’ll continue to do stupid things in the future, but I can take care of myself now.” Because Chloe is so frantic, I force myself to be
“I thought I told you to bring your speech so you can practice." She told me with a disapproving smirk that felt like she could see straight through
“I didn’t know either” I replied while hugging her as tight as I possibly could.
Averting my eyes from hers so I could wipe away the tears slithering down my cheeks, I replied, “I don’t know. Sorry, I didn’t mean to yell at you, it’s just I’m so confused and am hurting so bad that… I don’t know.”
She nodded, gulping down her sobs. “I told him that you were coming to Vegas with Jenna. I told him that you called me and asked me to help you. I told him what a bastard you were for asking me to help you when I was pregnant with your baby and that it didn’t matter if you were still in love with her.” She sniffled. “I told him I wanted her gone. For good this time. And I told him I wanted it to hurt you. I wanted you to hurt so bad that you wouldn’t have any choice but to be with me.”
It was a normal day Brayden, Seth and I just got done with basketball practice. We were wondering if we had plans for the remainder of the day.
My father is profoundly wise in the topic of athletics. He knows more ways to get stronger, faster, or even more flexible than anyone I have ever encountered. Putting this knowledge with my determination, we made a rigorous workout plan that we would do at home every single night. One note to make, is that my dad was not forcing me to do these workouts in any way. He asked me if I still wanted soccer to be as exhilarating as it was when I was younger, then I needed to put the time in to my craft every day. Soccer is in my blood, and I was not ready to give it up yet. The workouts were composed of mile runs on the treadmill, medicine ball exercises, and leg strengthening drills. After the preliminary week of this aspiring effort to to achieve
"I need you to tell her that my schedule was full." I listened as she apologized repeatedly for her mishearing.
Have you ever wondered who these people are that keep you safe everyday? My dad was one of them. He was in the Michigan State Police for twenty-seven years. He has helped save the lives of many people.He started working in the MSP even before he met my mom. He eventually married her and was working nights.He worked everynight to protect us. You. Everyone. Every night, when you were asleep, he was out working. Working to protect you. When he had a kid, my brother Logan, he was still working nights. He had to move from place to place, taking his family with him so he could do his job. When something bad happened, he was there to protect you. Even when you wanted to hide in your house and not come out, he was there to protect you. My dad is an amazing person. This is why my dad is my Michigan Hero.
“Don’t use that tone with me young lady,” Beth shuts up. “I had to drive all the way from downtown, because of what? Because once again, you two have gotten into another fight!” she sighs, running her hand through her short, butterscotch hair.