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My life as being transgender

By Narutogamer1001 All Rights Reserved ©

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The Lost Boy

There is this boy I know in one of my classes and he is different. I have known him since middle school. He is not like other boys you see in school. Before I came out we used to be good friends, but I kinda had feelings for him. I guess I still do. He had helped me with a lot through the years. I feel like he always had my back. When I decided it was finally time for me to make the change, he was the 2nd person I told. I knew I could tell him almost anything and he would always support me and I would always support him. Even though he may seem like the most quiet guy in class, he's not. He actually has a good, ok, amazing sense of humor. He loves jokes and memes. He even made me laugh even when I didn't want to. I remember in middle school he liked me. On the last day of school I gave my friends a hug goodbye. I knew I wouldn't be able to see them over the summer. I'm not really big on hugging though. I only did that because I guess I felt a little spark around him. I wanted to make sure he knew I'm happy to be a friend of his. Who knew later on in life he would do the same for me? As time went on I started to fall for him. Imagine this a boy who loves video games,memes,and jokes who is also kind,smart,loyal,and helpful. Normally looks mean nothing to me but, imagine him tall,short brown hair,brown eyes, and what he calls a dorky smile. One thing I didn't know was that he was depressed, but he never showed it. I never could really tell what he was ever thinking or feeling after he told me that. After I came out for some odd reason bad things started happening, at school and home. One thing after another and it just kept piling up. I started to feel depressed. I never have been so great at telling people how I feel. I always bottle it up and try to stay positive. My depression got to the point that I pushed all my friends away, including him. After that we stopped talking to each other for what feels like eternity. It was about 2-3 months. Even now we don't talk as much as we used to. I still wonder what he is thinking.

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