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Hello Everyone!
I know everyone is waiting for an update on this story and one will come! I have been extremely busy with working 35 hour a week, a 10 hour a week internship, and a project to build a non-profit queer library that I have not had a ton of time to write. What little time I did have I spent writing the outline for the fictional queer romcom I am attempting to write..... yes you heard that right I am possibly attempting to write an actual book.
This is a dream, and a reach that I will likely not be able to achieve however I am trying. I have no idea what to call it, I will likely need to find an editor as well because we all know I can't spell and for some reason write like I am from England.
To make up for my lack of writing this Here is a very short snippet of the book I am writing. Please let me know what you think and if anyone wants to possibly work together on this let me know. Maybe I will make a discord group chat thing.
Kai POV
I sat on the cold, metal bleachers that overlooked the Universities turf field. It was seven o'clock in the morning and they were the only people sitting on the bleachers. I watched as twenty three guys ran around the field, currently working on some passing drills while the goalkeepers worked on speed and agility drills in the box.
Logically I know that the amount of time I spend watching the men's soccer team at the University of (insert school name here) practice could be seen as creepy. I come to watch whenever my classes allow and the team is home. I came to University to learn, get a degree and make it out of my small, Trump flag infested town. I decided to study architecture as I have always had a fascination with design and building.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see River Huxley, the team's keeper working with his fellow keepers and their coach. River is the type of guy I used to aspire to be, tall with a clearly athletic body, brown hair cut short on the sides and a little longer on top, but not long enough to get in his eyes at all. Back when I first started questioning my gender I always pictured myself masculine and as male. I used to have dreams I never understood at the time, of waking up a boy or being adopted as someone’s son. At that point in my life I had no knowledge of the word transgender or the community as a whole. The longer my journey of self exploration went the more I realized that, while yes I prefer to present masculine, I am more comfortable with the non-binary label if I have to pick one.
I decided that I would get some of my homework done while watching the team practice so that I am at least being productive. I grabbed the backpack I put on the bench beside me, pulling out the color coded folders I carry around. I took out the red folder where my current math assignment is. This semester I am required to take MATH 104 Algebra, Analytic Geometry, and Trigonometry. I pulled out the homework on quadratic equations, along with a pencil, calculator and my tablet where my online textbook is. While I love to read e-books on my kindle I have found that having an online textbook is not my favorite, however I found a free PDF version of the textbook online, and I am a broke college student.
I roll up the sleeves on my sweater since the sun is warming up the chilly late September air. I am wearing one of my favorite beginning of fall outfits, a pair of light wash slim fit mens jeans, my red high top converse, and a sweater with forest green sleeves, a blue torso area and red cuff matching my converse. I decided against wearing a hat today so I know my hair is looking messed up from the wind.
I watched as Chase and Elijah job over to River, ready to start a shooting drill. This appears to be a corner kick drill with midfielders alternating who takes them while the strikers swap out who is in the box as well as the defenders. I looked back down at my assignment, knowing that I need to get it done before class tomorrow. I have this assignment and one for PHYS 131 Intro Physics I with a pre-lab report due as well for the lab on Friday.
I hear someone else climbing up the steps of the bleachers, holding my hand up to shade the sun and see who it is. I see my roommate Easton skipping up the steps, a big goofy grin on his face.
“Hey Kai, what are you doing over here again?” He asked, plopping into the seat next to me with all the grace of a 5 foot 2 inch baby giraffe. That is to say, he tripped walking up the stairs and fell next to me causing a large bang that had most of the team looking towards us.
“Dude! Be careful, you do not want to disturb their practice.” I exclaim, hoping the team has stopped staring at this point. I sneak a peek under my lashes to see River, Elijah and the coach Mr. Kylen Kylen still looking over here. I look away to hide the blush of embarrassment slowly creeping up the back of my neck, up to my ears.