Next: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1137870777/ First: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1094366379/ Previous: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1116992965/ TW: LGBTQ+phobia I take off my neon green helmet and clip it onto my bike locked securely into the crappy school bike racks. Ugh, a new kid? I mean, maybe they’re not so bad, but the chances are extremely low. I go to my form room and dump all my layers of coats, scarves, gloves, I mean, the list goes on, into my locker and put my rucksack onto my desk, back of the class, two to the left, next to “Hi AllyPally.”, I say to probably the only one who can get along with me, Alex. He’s slightly taller than average height, with neck-length ginger hair and light green eyes. He’s kinda like that one kid who has a lot of potential to get all the guys/girls/enbies but isn’t interested at all. Yup, you know it and you love it platonically, Aro/Ace! He’s also trigender: male, enby, and female, and likes his pronouns into that order. “Hi, Sola. Happy- or sad depending on the general mood- first school day of the year!” He looks up from the library book he was reading, grapes of wrath this month. I swear, he reads and finishes a new classic every month. “So and so first school day of the year to you too.”, I wish him back “Have you heard of the new kid joining today, presumably during form time?” “Yep. Let’s hope Evie doesn’t get yet another devoted follower.” He looks back down to his book. Some people would find our short conversations a bit… what’s the word? Ah, yes, strange. The conversations usually start with someone asking a question, the other one answering, and then we both go back to our own business without adding anything or saying “bye!” or “Cya!”. It might seem like we don’t really know each other, and we get a lot of awkward silences, but really, it’s more two personal-space-respecting introverts bonding over a few words and slowly training our social battery to talk more. Heck, when we first met, neither of us spoke, but we bonded over comfortable silence, reading in a corner of the library together. Miss Gilbert, our form tutor, walks in one of her vibrant flowery dresses that hurt my eyes and says, “7S, please sit down so I can do the register!”
Sola Bell: cis female, demiromantic, neptunic. She/Her 11 years old. Year 7 at Nightingale High School (NHS). B-day- February 14th Alex Smith: Trigender (Assigned NONE-OF-UR-BUSINESS at birth), Aro/Ace he/they/she (in that preference order) 12 years old Year 7 at Nightingale High School (NHS). B-day: November 5th Inspired by @crazycatsollottle72 's Like or Love and @maxandmarshall 's Trans-ish pride story. Oh my Natural Evolution, the combination of writers block and potential ADHD symptoms (or rather, the fact that I couldn't sit my glutinous maximus down and type legible words that actually make sense) made this take waaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyy longer than I thought it would. I'm gonna try to post a chapter a week, but last time I made 2 in 1 week so I think I'm excused.
