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It’s set in a conservative, small Irish town in modern times.
Rosie Hammel, 17 years old. Relatively tall and thin. Pale skin with wavy dark brown hair. Light blue/grey eyes. Very pretty. Wears ‘quirky’ glasses. Often wears plaid shirts, skinny jeans and converse. Introverted, tries to fit in but just can’t. Intelligent. Accidentally outed her former best and only friend Jacqueline to their entire all-girls Catholic school on their first day back. Will she now face being alone now that her only friend isn’t talking to her? Has a 22 year old sister in college in Limerick. Her parents, Bob and Patricia Hammel and herself all live together in a small bungalow. Bob is a postman and Patricia takes care of the elderly and invalids. Middle-class. Both Bob and Patricia are easy-going and would let Rosie do almost anything she wants, mainly because Rosie is always stuck at home and they feel a bit sorry for her.
Jacqueline O’ Hara (A.K.A. Jack), 17 years old. Tall and in good shape from playing volleyball. Long blonde hair, tanned. Big green eyes and full lips. Often wearing designer clothing. Very well-dressed. High-femme. Loves wearing blazers and teaming bright coloured skirts with socks and heels. Moved from Dublin when she was 13 years old. Desired by many boys around the town but Jack always has an exuse to turn them down. Popular, but since being found out as gay, her friendships have shaken. Very laid-back, chilled personality. Outgoing. A bit of a badass. Only child. Her parents are Peter and Vanessa O’ Hara. Originating from Ballsbridge, Co. Dublin, she is a D4 girl. Her dad sees a niche in the market for a big shopping centre in the town and decides to start construction as soon as possible and they move. High-upper class. Her father is a multi-millionaire business man and his wife isn’t required to work for a living. They live in a big mansion on the outskirts of the town. Her father is always working so they don’t have that close of a relationship and she also isn’t close with her mother. They don’t relate. She sees her mother as very superficial and shallow whereas Jack doesn’t like how she has everything at her feet. She faces no real adversity.
Tómas Scully, 16 years old. Average height, average body type. A bit on the pale side. Deep blue eyes, thinnish lips and a strong jaw-line. Skinned head. Opts to wear tracksuits on a daily basis. Foster adopted by Séamus and Marie O’ Hara (Jack’s parents). Has a thick skin from the rough years in foster care and has become apart of a gang. He finally feels accepted and belonging to something with people of similar backgrounds. But deep down he knows what they are doing is wrong. When Tómas was eight, he was out playing football with his twin sister. The ball went out onto the road and he told her to go and get it, but then she was hit by a car and killed. Was put into foster care when he was just 11 years old because of neglect at home. Was in and out of homes but was never taken in because his ‘rebellious’ nature was too much for certain households. When he was 15 years old he was fostered by the O’Hara’s and finally adopted at 16 years old. Came from a lower-class background but now can live life comfortably with the O’Hara’s.
Rodrigo Sanchez, 17 years old. Kind of small and slim. Black curly hair with blue highlights at the tips. Tanned with brown eyes and thick eyebrows. Very pretty. Loves to wear coloured skinny jeans with vans. Usually combined with unusual jumpers or colourful shirts. An eccentric bisexual who is a foreign exchange student from Spain. When Rodrigo is caught with a man, his deeply religious host parents try to get the ‘deviant’ out of him. Sick of being mistreated, Rodrigo runs away with no money and will do anything to survive. He finds a ‘sugar daddy’ but then he falls in love with a girl called Adia. Two older brothers and one older sister. Oldest brother is in prison but his other brother is a successful model. His sister is settled down with a family and husband. Lower-middle class. Wanted to get out of Las Ramblas, Barcelona and experience the rest of the world, he payed for his foreign exchange out of the money his father left for him and was sent to Ireland. His father, Juan, was unemployed, and abandoned his family for a life with another woman when Rodrigo was 14 years old. His mother, Alva, works in a shop.
Adia Achebe, 16 years old. A little shorter than average. Curvy. Rocks an afro. Dark eyes, almost strikingly black. Very delicate facial features. Loves prints and she is often seen wearing colourful patterned leggings teamed with a nice short jacket and wedges. Known around the town as ‘easy’, Adia wants nothing serious as she fears it will distract her from her studies. (Also a fear of her strict Nigerian father). But when she decides to get a taxi home from a night out and things go terribly wrong, it is unlikely she will ever be able to trust someone again.

I have felt this way for as long as I can remember, however, my emotions are always ‘bottled up’ and kept away in the darkness, often times, for many years.
For example, it was only until I was 8 years old that I had revealed that I was severely depressed, and had attempted to commit suicide on one occasion. Hence, I was then put on a strong anti-depressant at 10 years old, which I, at 17, still use to this day. I hate my name, it is not my real name, and I hate it when my parents dub me as their ‘daughter’ or ‘girl’. I feel like hitting them. It was puberty where my feelings intensified, I grew two disgusting tumours on my chest, and began to develop fat-rolls called ‘womanly curves’ and began to have my menstural cycle, I hate babies and all things affiliated, and I do not intend on ever having them, so their is no purpose for my body to be in this form. I am heavily susceptable to the blood-condition aneamia, so this does not help.
I hate pink, I feel alienated, my parents try to force me into these stupid girly things such as dancing or make-up. My parents won’t let me purchase a handgun that I had wanted since I was 9 years old, and it takes a huge amount of convincing just to wear unisex clothing, however, I feel more ‘me’, with men’s clothing. All women’s clothing makes me want to throw up. It’s all ‘no, you can’t do that! You’re a girl! Stop being so stupid!’ with my parents. I cannot think emotionally, only rationally and logically, my brain-waves are slightly different from the norm as said by a doctor who did an EEG on me. I also have Asperger Syndrome, and I don’t fit in.
I have short teenage-boy hair and I wear blue, white or green plaid shirts and baggy trousers. I only fit in with males, but I am judged constantly due to having a female’s body that does not match my gender. I’ve became more and more suicidal, I’m 5’3 and 6 stone as the more weight I loose, my worthless ‘menstural’ cycle will cease, and I will loose my chest tumours. I cannot stand looking in the mirror at my body, because it just isn’t me. I’m not screamish, I like blood, and if it weren’t for the risk of fatal blood-loss I’d of cut off my breasts by now and modified the rest, including my trachea.
I’m starting High school for the first time in September, and I should be feeling happy. But I am not. I don’t want to even be seen in public, and it has always been this way. I spoke to my doctor and parents for the first time about this issue, and my doctor diagnosed me with Gender Disphoria. My mom just argued with me and screamed at me, making me feel worse, no matter how much I told her this is affecting my schoolwork, daily life, and motivation. I’m just in my room 24/7, playing World of Warcraft, C&C and shooting games and programming script-based applications, I have literally no motivation in me to even wake up anymore, or live, for that matter. I’ve had dreams where I wake up, and I’m me, a boy, not a girl. My voice is different, I have no breasts, my name is different, and I go on to live a confident and happy life, going out to play soccer with my mates and acheiving in school because I wasn’t distracted by constant depression. I wake up crying every single time I get that dream.
I spoke to my psychologist about this (most of it in private, up until the last moments of discussion.) And he told us about this reassignment clinic, which also had opportunities for surgery. Something lit up inside of me, and I thought that finally, I would be happy and have the chance to live a happy life and not a life of misery. But my parents reject it everytime I bring it up. It’s about 5 hours from where I live, and it’s just a corner away. But they still reject it and arguments have been started because of it, only making me feel worse. I feel as if it is my fault that I was born. I wasn’t born right, this is not my body, even my face does not match my body, and just the sight of me you would be able to tell that there is something wrong. I am not a ‘Tomboy’ I hate everything female-related, and I am gay, I’m a teenage boy that likes other boys. Female genitalia disgusts me to no end, including the smell. Just everything.
I hate having no muscle mass due to my genetic deformity (having a girl’s body) and I’ve had several breakdowns because of it. I feel that I can’t go on for any longer. What’s the point in living if you’re going to be miserable all of your life? Please help me and no insulting answers. I would appreciate it so much. I just want to be happy and that is so much to ask for. Thanks.