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MidReal Story
My Crush Is Trans
Scenario:A girl named Alice who had red curly hair and blue eyes pale skin and freckles with a button nose and coquette girly clothing everyone at her school knew her as sweet and kind but weird but she was okay with that, she had a few best friends violet who had long brunette hair pale skin and gold glasses and freckles who was childish full of energy and kind, millie who loved creating drama and was rude sometimes who was tanned but pale had brown eyes and brown hair, daisy who was strawberry blonde pale and short with blue eyes and full of energy and mischievous and Isla who had dirty blonde hair and pale tanned skin she was smart and funny and then a new student came with brown wolfcut and the bluest eyes and pale skin with pink lips and he was transgender his name was Noah, noah was also kind but aggressive when angry and dressed emo/scene and noah and Alice started having a crush on each other
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Alice
She is a high school student with a unique appearance, often teased by peers for her freckles and hair color. She is sweet, kind, and vulnerable. Alice feels like an outsider but finds solace in her closeknit group of friends, including Violet, Millie, Daisy, and Isla. She develops an intense infatuation with a new student, Noah, who she believes shares similar quirks and struggles. Alice struggles with her own feelings and the courage to express them.
Daisy
She is one of Alice's best friends known for her energetic personality and love of sweets like Haribo sweets. She is lively, excitable, and loyal. Daisy's constant activity whether running or dancing shows her zest for life often leaving others in her wake but she remains cherished by her friends for her genuine nature.
Isla
She is another friend of Alice known for being smart funny and mischievous she often comes up with plans to prank Noah the new student but also supports him when he gets bullied showing her true nature she is caring empathetic and playful.
I was okay with being weird.
I mean, who wanted to be normal?
Normal was boring.
Normal was overrated.
Normal was not me, and I was okay with that.
I had red curly hair, blue eyes, pale skin, and freckles.
My button nose and coquette girly clothing made me stand out even more.
Everyone at my school knew me, and they were okay with that.
They even liked me despite calling me weird.
They said I was sweet and kind and a bit... strange.
I didn't mind because I knew I was different, and that was okay with me.
I loved being myself, even when people teased me about my hair or called me names like Reddy or Strawberry Shortcake.
I knew they meant no harm, so I didn't let their words cut into me.
Instead, I smiled and let their words roll off of me.
My close-knit group of friends consisted of Violet, Millie, Daisy, and Isla.
We were all different, yet we worked well together.
Violet had long brunette hair, pale skin, gold glasses, and freckles.
She was childish, full of energy, kind, and sometimes a bit too much to handle.
Millie had brown eyes, brown hair, tanned skin that was pale in places, and she loved creating drama and conflict in our group.
During lunch break, we were in the cafeteria eating our lunch.
I picked at my sandwich while Millie leaned across the table, her eyes wide and her mouth open.
She kept glancing toward the entrance, making me curious about what she was looking at.
"Millie, what's wrong?"
I asked, nudging her with my elbow.
She grabbed my arm and whispered, "I saw him in my morning classes. He's new here."
The others at our table started paying attention to us, especially Violet, who stopped mid-bite of her apple.
"Who?" she asked.
Millie smiled mischievously and said, "The new student."
"Oh," Violet replied, taking another bite of her apple.
"Is he cute?"
Daisy asked, raising an eyebrow.
Millie nodded enthusiastically and said, I guess
Isla leaned forward and asked, "What's his name?"
"Noah," Millie replied with a smirk.
My heart skipped a beat when I heard his name.
I gripped my sandwich tighter, watching Millie's eyes track something behind me.
The cafeteria's usual buzz faded as my friends fell silent.
Violet nudged me with her elbow, but I pretended not to notice.
The sound of footsteps grew closer, accompanied by whispers from nearby tables.
My cheeks burned hot against my pale, freckled skin as I stared intently at the half-eaten sandwich in my hands.
Daisy kicked me under the table, mouthing "turn around" while Isla tried to hide her growing smile behind her hand.
I finally gathered the courage to glance over my shoulder, and my stomach dropped.
Noah was leaning against the wall near the cafeteria's drink station.
He was surrounded by Jessica and her crowd - the ones who usually mocked my thrift store clothes and called me "carrot top."
They were the popular kids, and I hated them.
Noah laughed at something Jessica said, his blue eyes crinkling at the corners.
The popular kids leaned in closer, hanging on his every word.
Violet squeezed my hand under the table while Millie muttered "traitor" under her breath.
I turned back to my friends, determined to show them that I didn't care.
I turn to Millie, my voice barely above a whisper.
"That's not fair. You don't even know him."
She rolls her eyes dramatically and slams her juice box on the table, making a loud thud that draws the attention of nearby students.
I sneak a glance at Noah, who looks our way for a moment before returning his focus to Jessica.
Millie is gathering steam for one of her infamous outbursts.
Her face flushes as she opens her mouth to argue, but I cut her off.
"He's allowed to talk to whoever he wants."
Millie's eyes narrow dangerously.
I grip my sandwich tighter, knowing from experience that Millie won't let this go easily.
"Why are you defending him?" Millie snaps, her voice rising.
"I'm not," I reply quickly, trying to keep the peace. "I just think we should give him a chance before jumping to conclusions."
Violet chimes in, her tone soothing. "Maybe he's just trying to fit in, like anyone would."
Millie huffs, crossing her arms. "Fine, but if he turns out to be like the rest of them, don't say I didn't warn you."
I fidget with the bracelet on my wrist, a habit I've developed when I'm nervous.
Daisy leans in, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Maybe we should try to talk to him."
Violet nods enthusiastically.
"We could pass him a note in Chemistry class."
Daisy shakes her head.
"That's too childish. We're not in elementary school anymore."
Isla speaks up, her voice calm and thoughtful.
"Why don't we catch him between classes? That way, he can't ignore us."
Millie rolls her eyes at each suggestion, clearly unconvinced.
I watch Noah across the cafeteria, finishing his lunch and gathering his courage to stand up and return his tray.
He glances our way briefly before walking past our table.
I grab my water bottle and stand up, deliberately bumping into him near the recycling bin.
"Sorry," I stammer, my face burning.
He helps me pick up the bottle, our fingers brushing against each other.
His smile was unexpected, and in that moment, everything changed.
My face burns as the words hang in the air between us.
Noah pauses, water bottle still in his hand, while students shuffle past us to dump their trash.
I notice a small pride pin on the strap of his backpack catching the fluorescent light.
Behind me, I hear Millie's sharp intake of breath and Violet's excited squeal.
Noah glances over at Jessica's table where they're all watching us, then back to me with an uncertain expression.
He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, adjusting the strap of his messenger bag.
The silence stretches until I start to regret speaking at all.