Winter Yo. I’m Winter. Y’know, that sassy kid everyone thinks is a total brat at first and then ends up liking them? Yeah. That’s me. Funny, huh? Yeah, no, not really. It’s kinda offensive, to be honest. I’m in detention right now. With Emma. She’s kinda really cute… I don’t know. Is it wrong? I can’t like her like her, right? I mean, I can, but I just met her!! It seems kinda wrong. Emma told me her pronouns were she/her, but after that whole “I’m not a girl” incident during class, I’m not sure if she herself believes that anymore. Maybe I should help her. Yeah, I’ll help her. Also, I think I should change my pronouns. I’m more of a they/them kinda person, y’know? Great. They/them it is. I’ll tell her right now. I lean over, catching Emma’s eye. “Hey. My pronouns are they/them now, k?” She gives me the slightest nod. Cool. Emma has long brown hair with red streaks. I’m also brown, but I have blue streaks. I like blue. I also like orange. I grin at Emma. She smiles shyly. Also cool. Detention was boring for the rest of the 30 minutes we were there. 30 minutes just for saying my pronouns. What a homophobic school. After detention, I walked with Emma to lunch. We sat down together and talked. Until a group of boys came up to us. “Hey,” the boy at the lead said. I glared at them. “Get out of here.” Emma looked at me, confused. “Winter, what’s wrong?” “Homophobes,” I muttered, leaning a bit closer to her so she could hear me. “What’s that?” “People who are jerks to gay kids and teens and adults.” Emma frowned. “That’s mean.” I nod in response and continued to glare at the boys. “That’s not very nice,” said the ‘leader’. I know his name; it’s Mike. Mike stared at us with a fake sad face. “You guys are the gay ones. You should get outta here.” His frown turned into a glare right back at me. I rolled my eyes. “Idiot,” I muttered, turning back to my lunch. “What did you call me?” Mike growled. “I said idiot. Are you deaf too?” Emma was just staring. I don’t think she knew what to make of the situation. Would be nice to have some backup, though. Mike grabbed my shirt and lifted me into the air. “Say it to my face,” he ordered. “I just told you,” I said, grinning. “Well, say it again.” “Gladly. Idiot.” Mike scowled at me. Then he dropped me. I fell to the floor with a thud. Emma stared at me, then at Mike, then at me, then at- well, you get it. She ran at him. Mike just grabbed her arm. Then he twisted. There was a kind of cracking sound. Emma shouted in pain. She fell next to me, and I wanted to help, but I didn’t know how. Her eyes met mine, and we watched as Mike and his group walked away.
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