-- Chapter 2 There is a whisper in the universe. At night, when the sun shines brightly, the eyes open with light. I look at my face, I see my face. "Yes? Yes! Alas! The expression of pain... Oh..." I exclaimed, putting my hand on the bedside table and worrying about my hearing aids. It's going to get into your ears. "It's school time, Steven." "Yes, all right," I sighed, leaning away from the sheet and leaning against the carpet below. I think I've done this before, sitting up straight and holding on to the railing of the bed. My mother is dead and you probably wash your clothes when you're single and living alone or whatever you do. I went to the closet and threw away everything I could get. It turned out to be torn jeans and a red T-shirt. All right. I go out and walk for a while, and then I find a hole that leads up the stairs. I down it, the feeling between my fingers, the soft, cold wood of the railroad. I love that feeling, and even then, remember the old days. My mom sees me doing my best to hide eggs on the sofa. "What happened to the laughter? Don't you go to school like this?" he asks, "What has happened to Tekander?" I trade defensively, "I love red." While my mother worked with me, she returned to the room smiling. His sense of humor is strange. -- "Hi Steven...!" I was on the bus when I heard a voice saying my name. This is my best friend Joseph. "Come on!" I said in a hurry. Before he got there, he went through many places. Stroke the chair next to him. "So, how are you?" he commented, "Oh, weird question, sorry... Mother's jeans." When I suddenly laughed, she immediately followed. You see, 'typical mommy jeans' is a joke we have... Oh, if I tell you, it's not very 'internal,' I said, "but, uh... I have something to tell you..." "Come on," he replied politely, "I think you're serious..." "But I'm here to listen," I admit, taking a deep breath and lowering my voice. He paused for a moment, and then said, "Oh, beautiful! 100% support! So is it non-binary? Transfeminins? (uh)? Half feminine? (uh) fluid? Libra-" "Lower your voice," I whisper steadily. "The emphasis is on "thinking,"" he said, falling silent for a moment before retreating quickly. "It's fine! Maybe I can help you make another noise," Joseph said calmly. I am so glad that I was not injured. "Thank you, I'm okay with that," I appreciate. He smiled, but it didn't work, and I felt more relieved to see the look everyone had given us. Maybe I brought something that I myself am not sure of. - End of chapter 2
