HI :) This part 2 in a collab between me and Rowan @Queertastic. Cover art is by them as well Story \/\/\/\/\/ “Destiny!” Ms McRayton’s voice cut through the grey haze. I’m a little surprised. Most of my teachers have given up on me by now. Maybe it was not answering when they called. Maybe it was never doing the homework. And going to juvie a couple months back certainly doesn’t help my case. As the teachers who still even try call me Dez or Dustin. I hate the name Destiny. It makes it sound like I have a great future ahead of me. Like I haven’t already given up on everything but survival. I look up at her, but I don’t call “Here,” She walks over to my desk and slams down the Unit 4 test. Circled on the top is a big fat F. Perfect. “Destiny, I know you can do more than this. You used to be such a good student. What happened?” What happened? Maybe it was my parent's divorce, maybe it was my sister dying of cancer, maybe it was the relentless struggle to fit it, maybe it’s the bullying. But I Don’t know, so I don’t answer. No one deserves my validation anymore. Not about anything. The pull teh sleeves of my sweatshirt over my hands and go back to staring at the floor.
