Chapter Three
The next day at lunch my best friend Kayda walks up to me and sets her tray next to mine. She has long, golden blonde hair and green eyes. She has been my best friend since kindergarten. She, unfortunately, is also homophobic, and so that's always bothered me.
"Girl, Math period was sooo boring!" She says, taking a bite of pasta.
I wince. Did she just call me girl? How could she just assume I was comfortable with being called that? "Uh, yeah. I...guess."
" By the way, I can't hang out today. I'm going to the mall with my Mom and Aunt. Kind of like a girlie trip. Ya know? But we can hang out tomorrow. I'll make sure not to make any plans with anybody else. "
I nod slowly. "Oh, okay. Cool."
Kayda smiles and pats my arm. "Thanks, girly!"
That's it.
"Please, don't call me that!" I burst .
Kayda raises her eyebrows. "Uh, Alex? Ya good?"
"No, I'm not good! I'm not good at all! How would you like it if you were non binary or something and somebody called you "girl", or "girly"?" I merely shout.
"OMG! Anger issues much?" Kayda stalks away and sits down somewhere I can't see. I don't care. I couldn't care less.
Why is life so hard?
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