Next: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1116992965 First: Erm, you're reading it Previous: Non-existent! TW: talk of divorce, LGBTQ+phobia They're fighting again. I can hear them from the living room. Ugh, I just wish Mum and Dad would just... The average child would say something like "Oh, I wish they would stop fighting" but honestly, I can't care less. I just want them to shut up, they know I've got sensitive ears. And it's not like them arguing is going to make me better. I don't want to hide the fact that they're going through a divorce along with all my other secrets. And it's not like I can tell them I'm neptunic, or even demiromantic. Mum would never understand and Dad... Well, let's just say he's not quite fond of queer and trans people. I hate him anyway. At least, more than Mum. I sure know who I'm staying with in not-shared custody. Anyways, I need to go to school. I finish my ham and cheese toastie and put my plate in the sink. "MUM! DAD! I'M GOING TO SCHOOL NOW! BYE!" I yell from the kitchen. I hear vague, unmeaningful "Bye, my daughter!" and "Bye, Sola!" I put on my blazer, then my coat, then my gloves, then my scarf; Mum really likes me to "wrap up warm". I roll my eyes. More like wrap up in the goldilocks zone between fever temperatures and a heat stroke. It's early January in England, not Antarctica. I bend down to tie my shoe laces. I say bend, but with the amount of layers on, I can only sort of do a vertical old lady hobble down to tie them. I grab my rucksack and unlock the door into the backyard to get my bike. Mum and Dad are always too busy arguing or working or something like that to drive me to school, and I must say, it's kind of a blessing. Better cycling on my lonesome than spending time with either of them. Would it be rude if I said even the thought of it made me sick? Ah, well. It's not like I care anyway. I unlock my bike and wheel it out of the backyard gate. locking the gate behind me. I sigh, nothing like the first day of school in the new years to spoil One's mood.
Characters (in chapter): Sola Bell: cis female, demiromantic, neptunic. She/Her 11 years old. Year 7 at Nightingale High School (NHS). B-day- February 14th (Valentines day, get the irony?) Mary Bell (Sola's Mother): cis female, doesn't know what LGBTQIA+ is. She/Her 42 years old Interior designer B-day: July 21st Martin Bell (Sola's Father): cis male, LGBT+phobic He/Him (author's note: I kinda imagine him with one of those street influencers with microphones that say "What pronouns do you use?" And he'd be like "I use the On/Ly pronouns appropriate for appropriate people like me!" Oh, gosh, my brain is melting) 45 years old Factory worker making dumplings B-day: March 29th Inspired by 's Like or Love and 's Trans-ish pride story. Might make more if you lot like it and/or if I can be bothered to.
