Chapter 1 Hellish transition

                                    

                                          
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This story may include themes of bullying, transphobia, derogatory language, and discrimination that could be distressing for some readers. Additionally, scenes may contain depictions of physical violence, strong language, and references to gender identity struggles. Reader discretion is advised.
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Noah's morning routine was a well-oiled machine, a symphony of familiar sounds and comforting movements that set the tone for her day. The first rays of dawn filtered through his bedroom window, casting a soft glow over the room. She stirred from her slumber, greeted by the gentle hum of her alarm clock.
Stretching her arms above her head, Noah let her gaze drift to the family photos on the walls, each snapshot capturing moments of joy frozen in time. A warm smile tugged at her lips as her eyes lingered on a picture of her parents, their expressions filled with love and pride.
The rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted from the kitchen, a comforting scent that signaled the start of another day. Feeling a sense of purpose, Noah rose from her bed, the plush carpet beneath her feet grounding her amid the morning rush.


Entering the kitchen, she was greeted by the familiar sight of his mother, her hands expertly maneuvering pots and pans on the stove. The clatter of utensils and the sizzle of cooking created a harmonious melody that spoke of warmth and care.
"Good morning, sweetheart," her mother greeted her with a soft smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners with affection.
Noah returned the smile, a silent exchange of understanding and gratitude passing between them.
After a hearty breakfast shared with her family, Noah retreated to his room to prepare for the day. The mirror reflected a young man with determination in her eyes, though a hint of apprehension flickered behind them. She straightened his hoodie and sighed.
The sound of her siblings' laughter echoed through the house, filling Noah's heart with a sense of belonging. Their playful banter and shared moments of camaraderie offered a small escape from the challenges that awaited him outside the safety of his home.
When the bus arrived, Noah walked toward it, his steps faltering with a hint of hesitation.
The bus driver leaned out and shouted, "Noah, get your ass on this bus! I'm leaving you behind again!"
"Oh, I'm sorry, sir," Noah mumbled, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She quickly rushed up the steps, but the moment she stepped inside, the entire bus fell silent, every pair of eyes locked on him.
As Noah awkwardly made her way down the aisle, hispers filled the air.
"Ain't no way it's the sped kid I seen a turkey ornament with your name on it in those special classes now that's crazy," one student muttered, their voice thick with disdain.
Another snickered. "Bro, why is his house so run-down? I could never."
"Same hoodie, every day," another chimed in. "What do you expect?"
Noah steeled her nerves and kept walking, eyes focused out the window.
"Hey, move to another seat," Brandon sneered from the back, his voice dripping with disgust. "I don't want you sitting here. I might catch something."