"Angelina's Diary."
[TW for transphobia. This IS a boyf riends short story but it's very trans vitiligo michael centric.] [hints of pinkberry and richjake.] [ANYTHING WITH -THESE- AROUND IT IS STUFF THAT HE WROTE AND THEN CROSSED OUT.]
January 1st, 2018. 12:28 AM.
Happy birthday to me! Wild, isn't it? Born on the cusp of the new millennium, and now I'm finally toeing the line into adulthood. I've been 18 for twenty eight minutes now, and I've gotta say, I feel like a man already.
My old binder had worn down so Jeremy got me a new one for my birthday, which was the most thoughtful gift he could've given me. My moms gave me an envelope which I at first thought would just had money in it (they usually just pay me on my birthday so I can splurge however I want to) but it had a piece of paper with the date 7/8/18 on it. I was confused as first, but then Mama told me that it was the date of my first appointment regarding top surgery. So yeah, I'm pretty much over the moon.
I also got my new years kiss from Jeremy, and Mom took a picture!!! I was bothered at first but then she sent it to me and told me I could use it as a lockscreen, so I changed my lockscreen right away. I'm obsessed with the picture now. Jeremy looks super cute. I look.. Well, I look like I always do. Flustered and patchy.
And.. slightly girly. I need a haircut.
Anyway! The point is, half an hour into my birthday and I'm feeling super good. Got my three favourite people with me, and the rest of the gang is coming over a midday and taking me out for lunch. Christine let that slip, she can't keep a secret to save her life. She's an actress though, so she helped me how I can act surprised when they pull up at my favourite restaurant and take my blindfold off.
I'll finish this entry after all my friends leave.
-Michael
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"What is this, Caroline? Angelinas diary?"
"No, Thomas, that's Michaels journal."
"Who the hell is Michael?"
...
"Dad?"
"Angelina? What the hell happened to you?"
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January 1st, 2018. 5:39 PM.
Crappy birthday to me.
When my Mom and Dad got divorced, Mom promised me I'd never have to see my Dad again. A year and a half later (I was 13 and just coming to terms with being trans) she married Mama. The two of them began to raise me as Michael Mel, their SON. They bought me a two binders, a bunch of masculine clothes, and took me to get my hair cut almost as soon as I came out to them.
They transferred me to a new school (we'd been discussing moving across the state anyway, this was the push they needed to make the decision) and enrolled me as Michael Mell. That's were I became best friends with Jeremy, who was immediately able to look past my skin disorder and the fact that I didn't completely look like a boy.
Everything was good once Dad was out of the picture.
Like I mentioned earlier, my friends took me out to lunch and they all bought that I was totally surprised. Brooke and Chloe announced to us that they'd officially started dating, which was awesome. Majority of our group can be split off into pairs. Me and Jerebear, Jake and Rich, Brooke and Chloe.. Now we're just waiting on Christine and Jenna to get together.
That's a joke. Mostly. We joke about it a lot and it doesn't phase them, but I'm also beginning to suspect that they do like each other. It'd be cool if they got together. Whatever, I'm getting sidetracked.
Lunch with my best friends and my gorgeous boyfriend was incredible. After that, we spent a couple of hours hanging around this park that's near my house until everyone else had to head home and I decided to do the same. My house is only up the street from the park, so I said my goodbyes and gave everyone a hug. They all had rides home from either Jenna or Jake, so I didn't have to worry about accompanying them home. I went home and the first thing I heard was yelling.
My Dad had come to visit me for my eighteenth, despite my Moms clear message that he wouldn't be able to see me anymore after the divorce. Not after -the incident- what happened when I was twelve.
But there he was, birthnaming me like there was no tomorrow. I suppose he'd never gotten the memo that I'm actually a dude. When I explained my situation to him, he -went ballistic- wasn't happy. -There's a broken vase on the living room floor.-
So now I'm curled up in my bedroom, sitting against the door while Mama sits on the other side. She tried to get me to come out, but I refused. After a while she stopped trying to coax me out. I only know she's still there because I can hear her breathing. Mom is downstairs, arguing with Dad. I can hear them yelling. I don't like it, it feels all too familiar.
So yeah. Crappy birthday.
-I kind of want to die.- I think I'll text Jeremy soon. He always knows what to say to cheer me up.
Happy new year, -diary- journal.
-Michael.
