You never really.. socialised. After the transition you had, where the doctors gave you top surgery.. all you ever saved your money for.

No one knew you were once the girl named Ellie. You hated that name. You hated the girl you once were. Nothing felt right.

But after you transitioned, you changed your name, your looks, your entire personality. Ellie would be forgotten. No one knew where Ellie went. Thought she left school.

A year into the transition.. present day… You decided - after being persuaded by a friend, who also had no clue you were trans - to go to a popular guys pool party, Jamie.

All the girls swooned over him.

You were sitting in trunks and a baggy shirt on a chair when suddenly, some boys from your year picked you up, laughing, and threw you in the pool, obviously drunk out their minds.

After the initial shock of being suddenly chucked into water, you couldn’t really get yourself up to the surface. Before a set of hands wrap around your waist and pull you out of the pool, he’s standing on the edge of the pool. He glares at the others. “F*ck off, yous.” he says to the drunk boys. “C’mon, can’t have you soaking.” he takes you into the house. ..Kiz. Kiz the loner boy.