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Jade

Transgirl

It wasn't fast, otherwise she would've noticed earlier.
And she never showed anyone, not anyone that has stayed on her life at least.
Her handwritting, her old notebooks looked so different. Messy, scribbly and even patchy where the graphite or ink would smugde due to Jade hurrying to finish her poems before the ideas faded away.
Jade could see it the best comparing a old black notebook. It was thinner than a normal notebook from getting so many pages ripped off through the years. She kept it under the matress of her bed, and only wrote on it very specific thoughts about certain feelings.
So, it had very few pages filled over the years. The difference between the first and the latest threw the pink kalon off one day, wondering if the red handwritting was indeed hers.
Of course it was hers, she easily remembered writing those things. About those certain people that she thought she wanted to be with, that she thought she
should be love in love with. It had been far fast those days, Jade knew she thought of them as sisters now. Fellow girls she would hang out with, friends that always had her back.
Friends she would never show those 'lovestruck' poems, not the ones about them. She would mention the newer ones, the ones with the neat and flowy calligrapgy. Still slightly smudged, and still so cheesy her face would go as read as the pen she uses to write if she ever has to read them out loud.
Yet, she found it interesting. From messy to neat, from feeling what others expected, to being open about herself. Most of the times. At least with her friends.

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res she's so pretty i love her