My chest feels hollow the next day. There's no chance I'll get a response from- Oh, whatever their name and pronouns are! I somehow manage to finish classes. When I'm walking towards the door to leave, other students crowding around them, in a clamour which I hate, in an attempt to get out. I see a small bulletin board, with a poster for after school clubs on it. Maybe that's what I need. Looking at the list of stuff, I see a GSA in the history classroom. It says it's in...two minutes. (no sign up needed apparently) I, as quickly as I can through the conglomeration of students, run to the history classroom, opening the door and trying for the life of me not to fall on my face. Everyone in the room looks at me, and I just sit down. The girl who was talking before resumes to say something, then says, "Okay, all of us, starting with me, then Lynx, and whoever they pick, et cetera, we will be listing our names, pronouns, and sexualities." "Ashley, transfemenine, She/her or They/them, uranic." "Lynx, Genderfluid, It/it's today, trixic." It points to me, and I barely manage to get out, "Leah, She/her, bisexual." I nod to a girl next to me and she says, "Avory, demixeno, She/fae/it, pathetically labels myself straight but in reality has no idea." Almost everyone chokes back laughter, and we continue. "Nyx, paraxenoflux, Fae/faer currently." Fae points to a blonde girl with a clearly fake docile look in her eyes. "Amy, She/her, strongly opinionated ally." She points to a boy with brown eyes full of light, split dyed hair, one side bleached, and one side dyed black, but his part is messy in a cute, puppy-like sort of way. "Max, He/him, heteroflexible." He points to a girl with natural-looking wavy dark brown hair and hazel eyes. "Kimberly, She/her or They/them, non-opinionated on LGBTQ+." "Elsie, She/they/it,Neptunic asexual." "Prefer to go by Pebble, She/her, Aro-ace." "Eli or Este, pansexual, Any/all." She points to an anxious-looking person next to me, who's fidgeting with their short brown hair which is in a pixie or shag cut and a strand of it is dyed orange, another dyed blond, and another black one. I can definitely tell from their mixed feminine and masculine traits that they're neither. "Luka, gendervoid or catgender, They/them, toric." The meeting was basically us interacting. I talked to Max and Luka. They were nice. Max is...interesting? I'm not sure if it's in a good or bad way. Pebble is...interesting. If she doesn't have clinical depression, I'd literally commit arson, and that is very unlikely. Luka is a complete fluffball. I think I had a good day. But then I see the seven text messages.
I may or may not have added some altered friend's names and pronouns ^^' Haven't written this in so hecking long Next: n/a
