Hi. My name's Billy. This is my blog/diary. I've never really written one of these before, so I guess I should start with an introduction. My full name is Billious M. Macgilly. Yeah, I know, "Billy Macgilly" sounds stupid, and who the heck even names their kid Billy, anyways?
I have black hair and freckles. Pretty odd combo, right? I guess I inherited the freckles from my Grandma, who was a redhead. I'll admit, I'm not the best looking dude ever. But I'm not on the internet to brag about good looks, or incredible intelligence.
I'm on the internet to convey to you the most incredible story I have ever heard. I heard it at lunch time today! Okay, so I don't believe a word of it, this kid is probably fucking nuts, but it will make excellent blogging material!
So, today is my first day of highschool. My big bro, David, he's the "coolkid" in school. He knows everyone. So there I am at lunch, looking around for a place to sit, when suddenly someone with a GIANT hand claps me on the back and starts yelling in my ear. Yep, that's my bro alright.
"Listen little man, there are plenty of people here who you can fit in with. You're pretty skinny, so you'll probably sit with those sissy hipsters over at that table. But I cannot be seen with someone who sits with nerds. So no sitting with them, them, and especially not her."
At that he pointed towards... Was that even a girl? She certainly didn't look like one... For one thing, she had no boobs. Maybe it was the angle?
"What's so bad about her?" I questioned. You see, my bro kinda has a tendency to be, well, a real dick towards people, without much of a reason why. He probably just thought that she looked too, and I quote, "faggy". He's hated people before because of that. That's also why he kind of picks on me. I'm gay, you see.
"She thinks she's some kind of dude!"
Aah, so that was it! He was just a transgendered student! And my bro really was a dick! Well, he didn't look like such a bad guy, so after David left, I went to sit with him. May as well get to know some of the other LGBT students here sooner rather than later.
As I got closer, though, something seemed kind of amiss. You see, looking back, I still can't figure out whether this was the greatest or worst decision I'd ever made. Probably both.
He was definitely going for the goth look. Spiky black hair, spiky black boots, and a t-shirt that said "Z?" on the front and "Johnny the Homicidal Maniac" on the back.
"Hi!" I started out with. "My name's Billy. I heard from my bro that you're part of the LGBT community, too?"
It was pretty smooth, if I do say so myself. Unfortunately, the other kid didn't seem to think so. He eyed me suspiciously.
"What, exactly, did he say about me?" He replied.
"Well... Um... Actuallyhesaidyouwerepretendingtobeadude. Hehe... My bro's kinda a dick..." i laughed nervously.
The other kid seemed amused at that.
"Actually, I'm agender. Do you know what that means?" He... She... Whatever... Said a bit condescendingly.
It took me a minute or two to remember what that was again.
"Uh... That's where you don't actually have a gender, and you go by special pronouns, right?" I asked nervously. I wasn't actually sure, myself. But the other kid beamed at me.
"That's right! Not a lot of people know that, even in the LGBT community. I actually just go by the 'it, its' pronouns rather than special ones, to make it easier for everyone else. You're kind of alright, kid!" It said to me. I noticed it had a hint of a Brooklyn accent.
I smiled at it, pleased with myself, and extended a hand.
"My name's Billy" I said to it.
"The name's Cameron" it said back. It didn't take my hand. "Pull up a chair, why dontcha?"
I slid into the offered seat. Now this is where it starts getting a little bit bizarre. You see, cameron already had an air of weirdness around it. This just seemed to solidify it. It started talking to me again.
"Please don't let those other fuckers convince you that I'm some sort of nut. I'm not. It's not just because I'm agender, you know. I'm really weird. But I'm NOT CRAZY!" It shouted that last part.
At this point, other people were starting to stare at us. It wasn't because of the shouting. Everyone shouts in the cafeteria. I can extrapolate with the information that I know now that everyone was probably staring at us because they had never seen someone sit with Cameron that long.
I was starting to feel sorry for it at this point. It had clearly never had that long of a conversation with someone for a long time, and had no idea how to act.
"Calm down," I placated, "I don't think you're crazy! I think that you just need practice talking to people."
Cameron laughed bitterly.
"You would think I'm crazy, if you knew half of the stuff I've been through."
I smiled warmly at it. Surely, things couldn't be as bad as it made them out to be? But there, right at that second, is where I made my first mistake.
"Why don't you tell me, then, and I can see for myself." Those were the words that got me into this mess.
Cameron grinned sharply. It knew the whole time what would come from that conversation. That little bugger!
"Alrighty, then. Get comfy, 'cause this is going to be a looooooooong story!" It cackled.
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