JINX

EPISODE 1

CHAPTER 1

 |Sunday, 5th of January

The church was already far from being holy.

The only thing I want is to come and visit the holiest place I could remember to repent from my past mistakes and of course, my present mistakes as well. Another year had gone by, but the same faces with the same look are painted on their eyes- disgust.

Maybe this isn’t the best place applicable to the word “holiness” now?  Maybe it was. Although I shouldn’t be blaming the church itself because it is indeed a place, what makes it evil and uncomfortable are the individuals who pass by, staring at me, asking themselves “does third gender still exist?” is there still a third gender? For them, there might be zero percent population of it, but what about me? Maybe they’ve already considered me as an endangered being? I mean, us?

I know there’s still a lot of people who support us but like as time flies by, as those eighteen years of my life had gone quickly, I never felt so welcomed.

But I know some are still out there who believe in us. And I know that you’re one of those probably one percent who trust in our capacity.

I may be a third gender but trust me more, I am more than what they see.

Sincerely,

Miguel

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Miguel is indeed a frustrated individual. An easy to get pissed one, and a very lonely man. Well, because no one liked him, except his notebook who he is fond of. He is as well not the most socially active person yet, he likes to talk about himself, of course, that is Infront of his mirror.

"Yeah, I know I'm so pretty! And oh, look at this blonde hair that fits my well-shaped face! Hahaha, I know, I'm a goddess. For sure everyone will like me." Miguel once again tried his best to cheer himself up, but he can never remove to his mind about the sad and tragic truth that he will forever be alone.

No one liked him.

He closed his eyes as he slowly turns, visualizing himself standing tall in a stadium filled with fans. Loud claps that echoed from his both ears as sweet cheers "Go Miguela" would melt his own heart. Yes, he has the heart of a woman.

"Thank you! Thank you!" He shyly mouthed as he gives wet flying kisses to his fans. He let himself fall into his soft bed as he imagined falling into his fan’s hands, supporting him from not falling. "What an impossible dream." He mumbled to himself as he came back to reality. He didn't want to open his eyes and see the bittersweet image of some pair of eyes, looking at him in disappointment. But no matter how hard he tried to not wake up, he can never gain the guts to kill himself for he thought he needs to be strong for others in the coming generations.

"Miguel are you inside?" His mom knocks at his door, forcing him to open his eyes widely. He sighed and sit straight up as his mother slowly open his door. "Oh, I thought you're not inside." Lerissa, his mother asked. "Aren't you going out today?"

"Nah. Probably just stay inside. It’s even more peaceful than going out and meeting judgmental and racist neighbors." He spat, too bitter for her mom to take in.

"Oh don't be like that, honey."

And I don't wanna talk about it, mom. He thought to himself. "So mom, I see you're going out?"

"Oh yeah, Carlo called for a date, Remember?"

"Oh, that guy. Well, I don't care." He said uninterested after hearing his mom said her boyfriend's name. Carlo Gomez. A guy he despises so much.

"Miguel, how long are you planning to keep this with Carlo? He is a nice guy. Give him a chance.

Nice? How can you define nice, mom? "Have fun." He just said as he lies down in bed, pulling the covers up into his face. Not that he doesn't want to talk about his mom but because he's avoiding any topic that would include his mom's boyfriend. He heard his mom sigh.

"I'll be home by seven. There's food in the fridge, you can just reheat it or you can just cook whatever food you like. I'll be going." Lerissa closed the door that made him a bit guilty of his attitude towards his mother. But you can never blame someone sad enough about his family, as well as how the society treated him. He is not blind and might as well not deaf and dumb by what's currently happening in the situation. He stood up from his bed as he decided to open his laptop, diving his attention into his social media.

 Caption: I am not accepted by everyone and I get that. But I don't give a damn because I AM ME! And I LOVE MYSELF!

The photo he posted is him wearing a black shirt with EQUALITY print on it. Just a few minutes after it has been posted, a lot started commenting on it, but not all of it was a compliment of him being proud.

comments

@haylei: go, girl! I'll support you all d way

@Questine: this photo is so cute!

@guyxx: Love you miss!!

@123lili: ew so cheap! You don't belong in this place anymore, just die!!

@cruz45: I agree with you

@123lili. What a waste of space seeing this sh*t

@justdancee: this is full of bullsh*t. Unfollowing you now!

 ~And 30 more~

He immediately exits from i********: as he decided to stand up and look himself in the mirror. He seems to have the consciousness that made him forget about loving himself. Not because he doesn't praise his features but because he knew that the society already made a set of standards for them to be qualified as "lovable." He thinks he doesn't fit in those standards.

"I don't know if I'll be able to feel welcomed again, but I know, I will make something so big that they will all recognize my worth." He then finally came up with a plan.

|miguel/a/_theoneandonly

|Facebook

Hey guys! I'm deciding to make a page for LGBT and I hope you will be able to come and join me as we share thoughts about ourselves and what is currently going on.

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|posted

After posting, he decided to go to the living room, opening the television for his entertainment. Miguel decided to head to the kitchen to reheat the good her mom left, just so he could have the earliest dinner he could have. He doesn’t plan on staying up too late, probably just wait for her mother to come home. Miguel started humming as he waited for his food in the oven, for not more than seven minutes.

While waiting, he decided to open his phone once more to get a load of notifications. He excitedly opens it, guessing it is an approval from his f*******: friends to do the page. Seven 'wowed' his post, three 'angry' it. He was used to all the bash he had but what made him curious is that after stalking who had liked his post, he was surprised to recognize none of the seven.

Just before he could click one of the accounts and stalk the profile, his messenger notification bell dings. He was a bit surprised and got wondering who would message him at the moment. He curiously opens it, seeing that someone just sent him a message request. Filled with uncertainty, he opens it, seeing a group chat with a rainbow picture.

  | Group Chat |

 | THE LAST ONES |

 Do you wish to accept the invite?

 YES                                              NO

With a doubt, he anxiously clicks the YES button, entering to the message group.

MELISSA: Oh thank goodness you accepted the message, Migs!

TYLER: Delete the post immediately @Miguela

CHRIS: What the hell is going on?

BLAKE: JUST F*CKING DELETE IT G*DD*MN IT! @Miguela

JOSEFF: @Miguela just do it! _____ His eyes widen to what he is currently seeing.

"What the heck is going on with them?"

Then, a private message was sent to him. A message coming from Kyle.