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Deuce Spade was born as a boy, raised as a boy, and even got into an all boys’ school, so why didn’t he feel like one? He was clearly meant to be one. What people didn’t know was that Deuce didn’t want to be a guy. He didn’t want to be known as a girl though, he wanted to be a girl.
Ace Trappola already knew. In fact, he even called her the name she preferred, Daniela. Daniela still wanted her name to start with a “D” because she just wanted her initials to be like her mom’s.
Sevens, Daniela adored her mom so much. What if she didn’t accept Dani? What if she thought Dani was disgusting?
Daniela would have to tell her mom either way, no matter how much she dreaded it.
She snaps out of her thoughts as she looks up to see Riddle.
…
Riddle: “Deuce? Are you alright? You’ve been zoning out for the past few days.”
Daniela- I mean Deuce nods his(her) head. Around them, Daniela was Deuce.
Deuce: “Y-yeah, just tired.”
Riddle: “Then you should get some rest. I’ll give you the day off.”
Deuce: “Wait- really?”
Riddle: “Don’t make me regret this decision.”
Deuce: “A-alright dormhead!”
Deuce speed walks away to his shared dorm room, surprised but thankful for what had just happened.
…
A few hours later, Daniela was in her room doodling in her sketchbook, thinking about everything that happened since the last year or so.
You’re a boy and you always will be.
Nobody will accept you.
You can’t be a girl.
You aren’t a girl.
???: “Deucey? You okay?”
Deuce recognized that voice. That stupid nickname that exaggerated the name he already despised.
Deuce: “Cater? Yeah I’m fine.”
Cater: “Fine doesn’t cut being okay!!”
Cater sighs, worried.
Cater: “If you don’t want to talk we don’t have to, but we’re all worried about you. Come to my dorm if you wanna talk.”
Daniela hesitates but decides she needs to talk to someone else about it anyway.
Cater was one of the nicest people Daniela had ever come in contact with at this hell of a school.