So it was my second day of senior year. And I was wearing something like this with tights

I got sent home.

There was this one hoe who was warming the same outfit, she didn't get sent home.

Like what the fuck. Can someone explain this shit.

Why not, why can't I ware this. I'm a girl just like her. (Well not just like (I'm attractive) but Shh)

Mrs. Nate (my calculus teacher) was all like "that's a dress, you're a guy guys can't ware dresses." She put her glasses up on her ugly ass old looking face.

First off, yes guys CAN ware dresses.

Second off, I am not a guy get it right.

I was like "well I'm not a guy." I put on makeup, I tried today. She laughed.

She just transferred to this school. Other teachers know my. name is Samantha not David.

She goes over to the guidance counselor (the one who thinks they have more authority than the principal and your family). "Can I have David's mom and dads numbers." He just died of laughter.

"Okay that's Samantha, and she doesn't have a mom." He wrote down there numbers. She face palmed. Like he's the idiot here.

"I'll call his dad about the dress code violation he's doing." She walked her wrinkly self over to the phone. "Mam dads and she." She continued to say homophobic things in front of students and the guidance counselor.

My parents came to get me cuz she called them I didn't have to, I just choose to go home watch movies and eat food.

That bitch is probably fired.