My life as a boy/girl_(0)

I give a sigh as the flickering shadows finally stop and the sun peaks above the horizon. I lay there curled up in the closet as the distant sirens finally come in loud and clear. I and my family just got robbed and only I probably survived. The door to the closet I’ve been hiding in opens revealing people in police uniforms motioning to each other saying things that my meddled mind doesn’t comprehend. I look at the different faces moving around and the flickers of light as the sun gleams off some of their badges. I close my eyes and take a deep inhale wondering what’s going to happen to me now. One of the officers helps me up and takes me to the police cruiser making sure I don’t look at certain points that are probably to disturbing for me to see.
I get into the police cruiser quietly as the group of people stand outside mumbling to one another. I wish my life would end soon but I guess the best thing to do is to wait it out like I always do every day even before the murder. They take me to the police office and I answer a series of questions not knowing what some of them mean since I’m too out of it. After a series of questions I finally end up in one of my best friend’s home. I guess this is where my life starts and finally lifts up.

Chapter 1
I awake on the couch that doesn’t belong to me or my family but to my best friend, my only friend, and currently my temporary family. I sit up on the couch and stare at the floor awhile. I guess I’m used to sleep on the couch because I used to do it all the time because they loved my sisters more than me. My father was a douche who has had five wives and was father of seven children with four dead and two still alive. My brother, who I don’t really blame for doing this, ran away from home once he turned sixteen with a lot of money that he “gained” over the years. I envy him since he was able to run away and live his own life. My father was also a huge gambler and I guess they died because the people he’s cheated finally caught him.

I was in the closet because I was hiding from my sister who I spilled chili on by accident. The only place I could think of hiding was the vacant guest room that used to be my older brothers room. I yawn, get up, and walk into the kitchen to make breakfast mostly because it’s grown into a habit. The sizzling sound and smell of bacon quickly flourish through the house. I start up the coffee pot for my friend mom and myself. I give another yawn and realize that I’m more tired than what I actually probably look like. I guess I love to work so much I barely notice things like this. I hear someone running down the steps so I turn to see who it is.
My friend, dressed in a red pajama pants and slippers showing off his buff that girls are always giggling and talking about. I turn back around and start cooking again as he walks up behind me, puts an arm around my waist, and says, “Morning honey!”
I roll my eyes and jab my elbow into his gut and say, “Keep that up and you won’t be eating.”
He laughs and sits down at the kitchen table probably watching my cute girlish but. If you’re wondering I look like a cute innocent twelve year old girl except the chest and the skirts and clothes. I never really liked my looks but there their because my sisters and mom like to experiment to much with me. I still have the bruises from fifth grade when they made me go to school dressed as a girl because they “accidently” lost my clothes. All the girls beat me up using the gym equipment, toys in the classrooms, and the playground equipment. I wince remembering after all that the next day the girls got the boys to beat me up. I finish up cooking as his mother comes down followed by his father.
I greet them all and head up stairs to one make up that lazy boy’s bed and take a shower before getting dress before school. To think it’s only six thirty and we go to school at eight. I get the shower perfect and everything and then I hop on in.