Rule number one of being a stereotypical high school girl: tight jeans and shirts that show off half of your stomach. Whereas I wasn't comfortable wearing this, I was even more uncomfortable with the idea of standing out and being made fun off. So, I struggled to pull on the pair of light-wash skinnies and pulled the black sparkly crop top (which, let's face it, was tacky as hell) as far down as it would go. My boobs, which I hated, stuck out, loud and proud, being supported by the large push-up bra my friend had helped me pick out.351Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡty0Cg7pATB
I groaned a little in the mirror before applying once last coat of mascara, making sure my eyelashes were what everyone else would consider normal. I hated having to wear clothes I hated and having to basically paint on a new face every morning, but what can I say? Being a teenager sucks.
"Kylie! Let's go or you're going to be late!" My mom called from the bottom of the stairs. I dreaded the walk out of my bedroom, and I hated the way my family looked at me. Like they were constantly proud of me, whereas with my older brother, they'd just given up on him. The lazy shit was almost twenty-three and he still lived at home with no job and not even completed high school education. I was still considered the baby, even though I was almost seventeen, plus I was doted on because I got straight A's and I'm the captain of the basketball team.351Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgZuWzy8MvS
"I'm coming mom!" I shouted back and grabbed my batman tote bag and car keys before leaving my room. Halfway down the stairs I realized I'd forgotten my cellphone, so I had to turn around to retrieve it.
Ten minutes later I was in my car and blaring my favorite band, 5 Seconds of Summer. They were honestly my inspiration, as clique as it sounds. They make me feel something other than hatred for myself when I listen to them.
Sadly enough, I quickly arrived at school and my two best friends, Kasey and Bri, were waiting next to my parking space for me when I pulled up. Don't get me wrong; I love the two of them because they were basically the only two people in the school that voluntarily hang out with me. Sure, I fit into the highest portion on the social ladder, but I had Kasey and Bri to thank for that. They're what society would consider "popular", so I'm popular by association.
"Jesus Christ Kylie, what took you so long? It's so frickin' hot out here," Bri complained, pulling out her compact mirror and checking her makeup. "Dammit! My eyeliner smeared. Come to the bathroom with me." It wasn't a request; it was a demand. So, Kasey and I followed behind her, occasionally shooting humorous glances at each other when Bri would find something else to complain about.
As we were entering the women's bathroom, I glanced across the hallway longingly towards the men's room, knowing that's the one I was meant to go in.351Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLUj1Ti1kt4
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I honestly hate to be one of those annoying authors that put notes at the end of every chapter, but I just wanted to say a few things. 351Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvy6BeZGYRn
1. Thank you so much for reading, and if you don't mind, could you maybe leave a comment about what I could do to improve the story?351Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVVO2u91OMQ
2. I'd like to clarify that, no, I am not transgendered, but I do know how much disrespect they get and I just wanted to try to write a story that basically tells how they feel and what they go through. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of Impossible!351Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYIPRycdx5F
