Chapter 1 ————— I heard footsteps in the corridor and quickly hid my phone under a pile of papers and started looking in a biology book, pretending I was studying. My dad came in my room. ”Hello”, he said. ”Just wanted to check what you were doing.” He left the room without closing the door and I sighed. I stood up and went to go close the door. Then I went back to my desk, lifted the pile of papers and took out my phone. Then I opened Tiktok to see if I got any notifications yet. I posted the video yesterday, asking for friends, since I don’t have any. I’m the lonliest kid at school who’s friends with the teachers. Pathetic, I know. My favorite teacher is my maths teacher, Mr. Kenny. Mr. Kenny is one of the nicest people on Earth. He’s always there for me and I usually eat lunch in his classroom with him. In real life i’m a completely different person from who I am online. In real life i’m Kiara Peter, a girl with a large friend group. Or, I don’t have a large friend group. That’s just what I tell my parents and literally everybody else. I just say they go to a different school when somebody asks at school. I’m straight and i’m single, and I love to play the violin. Online i’m Alec, a guy with no friends. I’m gay, trans and single, and i’m a furry, too. The online me is the real me. I don’t feel like a girl at all and I hate the color pink and to wear skirts. That really sucks for me because the girl’s school uniform is a button-up shirt, skirt and a tie. I always feel uncomfortable wearing it since I have what in my opinion are huge thighs. The popular girls have paper-thin thighs and clear, perfect skin. Or, that’s probably just the illusion of all of their makeup. I see them at Sephora every single day after school, since I have to walk past Sephora to go home. I don’t take the school bus anymore since the guys always throw their crummy old sandwiches at me, or just slices of moldy cheese that I don’t know where the hell they come from. Do their parents just store a bunch of moldy cheese in their fridge? I heard my younger brother Mattheo playing with his airplane toy right outside my room. He was running around and holding it in the air and making airplane noises. I sighed and took a look in my book. Then I went into Block Blast and started playing. But what I didn’t know was that my volume was at max, so Mattheo heard me and started calling my dad’s name. ”Dad! Kiara has her phone!” Then I heard my dad come and I quickly hid my phone under the pile of papers and started flipping a few pages in my book. I tried to look as interested as possible. ”Kiara”, dad said. ”Hand over the phone. Now.” ”What phone?” I pretended. ”I don’t know where it is.” ”Nice try”, he said. ”Theo heard you.” I sighed. ”Well, he must be lying”, I said. ”I don’t have it.” ”Alright”, dad said and left the room. Then he closed the door, but I didn’t hear any footsteps. He must’ve walked really quietly or something. Then, my phone started ringing. I looked at it and saw it was my dad. Then he quickly entered the room as I held the phone in my hand. ”Aha! I knew it!” dad said and smiled. ”Now hand it over.” I sighed. ”Fine”, I said and gave it to him. Then he closed the door and walked away.
Ib: @--dancer-- Story: @Emma1946 Hope you like it! Chapter 2 coming soon!
