Sixth Grade Halloween Happening: Fill & Download for Free

Spoiler Alert: I’m not on T or anything yet. So this is all a social transition.This is the youngest I can get without showing my family.I’m the one in blue and this is my favorite picture of myself as a baby because. Why did my parents decide a blue shirt and green plaid pants.This is from the same day.As well as this. I just had to share these because they are one after the other and it radiates sassiness.Either this is my brothers room or my dad’s office, I honestly don’t know but Jesus look at what computers used to be and that’s only 1999.fun fact: I was a witch every year for Halloween. Except the one year I went as a vampire witch.This is a picture that I could remake and would still 100% radiate who I am. Salt and Vinegar chips, my dogs, that hand pose that looks sassy af, yup.And suddenly, my style was worsened. I have worse pictures, but here I believe I am seeing a kid trying to dress as an old lady, sorry but not sorry.Followed by a v tomboy-ish picture my mom or dad took of me before my sixth grade year, I believe.Despite being a terrible picture, the story behind it matters. Here I started realizing that I hated my hair so much, and that I wasn’t comfortable in my skin. The typical trans story lol, but seriously. I had a lot of parts I hated. Hair was a big one.But who could blame me when my hair looked like this. Seventh grade.And so once again, I shoved my hair in a hat to hide my hair. This became a reoccurring thing, usually I’d put my hair in a pony tail and then shoved in in the hat.Also I took this. I’m surprised I never used it as a profile picture.I had accidentally cut bangs and so I finally felt a bit better, but yet still felt shitty. Eighth grade.Now we’re getting to seeing some actual changes, I got my hair cut to my shoulders and Jesus Christ was I happy. But it wasn’t enoughCue many many terrible haircuts and style choices. Surprisingly this was right after a haircut. Yeah. If I’m not mistaken this was my super short in back long in front haircut that I would push behind my ears. Also I finally realized I was having gender issues, but right here I believed that I was genderfluid. Spoiler alert: I was not. I just couldn’t admit I was male. I believe this was between eighth and ninth grade?at some point I got a decent haircut and it grew out into this.Seriously who let this boy have his hair like this??? Please can someone go in time and tell my mom to let this boy cut his damn hair. Ninth grade.Finally we hit a haircut I liked.Which again grew out. But I learned a trick. Trimming it every so often, and my mom wouldn’t notice. Haha, that’ll work. Also this was around ninth and tenth grade probably the summer.Once again, a haircut I found decent. Finally we are getting to a point where I didn’t have to fight to get haircuts. I was in probably tenth grade?Here I am at 18 years old. I know this age exactly because of the birthday message. Other fun facts: I left a relationship of three and a half years a few months before this picture. That birthday was my the first one since seventh grade where my ex wasn’t a part of it. And it was amazing.And here I am at my high school, my senior year. Also I got glasses, which helped me a lot in a ton of ways. Mostly I felt more masculine.And here I am on my graduation day. I don’t have a picture of my eighth grade graduation but I was forced to wear a dress. Here I am in the boys uniform. Needless to say I was very happy.My nineteenth birthday, shopping in Ulta with my mom. I wasn’t sad, I was just trying to be serious because of the lighting looked super serious.I took this picture after I got new glasses, again super serious.Here’s more fun pictures, I don’t usually show them off because it’s me in my pajamas and not a set of flattering pictures.This is just. Funny because I’m trying to be aesthetic.And here I am trying to be super emo. Also this is the most recent picture I have of myself. I’m not really into selfies.Extra fun fact: as I am writing this I went with my mom shopping and a lady called us ladies and then she looked at me and was like “oh I’m so sorry dude.” And the lady she was checking out asked what happened and she said “I accidentally called her son a lady.” And I was smiling kind of nervously because on one hand I’m glad but my mother doesn’t call me he so I knew she would end up calling me a she. But it’s very rare that someone calls me a girl and then corrects themselves without me saying a thing. I hope that soon I can update this with T updates and post-OP.

I was not welcome in my high school. I was the poor girl from the hillbilly family out in the sticks with the smelly chicken houses. My dad was an elementary principal by day and a farmer by night and on the weekends. People did not like my dad; he was called a dinosaur, not in a good way. He followed all of the rules and people really did not like that. He enforced the rules equally on everyone (except for me and my siblings, who he was more strict with).The summer after I completed the sixth grade my dad asked me if I wanted him to be the principal at the high school I was going to. I still remember how quick I was to respond, “No! Please no.” I still regret that to this day. The position was open and he could have taken it but I truly believe he did not because I didn’t want him to.Some of the teachers and administration did not like me and it was obvious. One janitor was always kind to me and some teachers were actually fair to me; I’m grateful for that.I was taking a college-level Speech class during my eleventh or twelfth year. I believe my teacher did not like me; her grandson or nephew had received disciplinary action from my dad at the elementary school level. Perhaps I’m being too sensitive and maybe she didn’t even know who I was; even though my name is Markie Nicol and my dad’s name is Mark Nicol; I think it was easy to make the connection. I was also the only Nicol in school at that time.We had to give three speeches. One speech was a demonstration speech; where you demonstrate something while giving a speech about it.I chose to do a pumpkin carving speech since it was around Halloween. I was going to carve a pumpkin for my demonstration. I wasn’t going to start preparing for that idea until I got permission from my teacher and the principal. I asked if, on the day of my speech, I could bring in a pumpkin carving kit to carve my pumpkin. I was given permission. The kit was something like this:So, I prepared for my speech. I practiced carving a couple pumpkins at home while going through the speech I prepared. Then, the day came for me to give my speech in front of the class.I showed up at school with a pumpkin and an unopened pumpkin carving kit. My plan was to drop the kit off at the principal’s office and then grab it before my Speech class. After the class was over, I had planned on taking it back to the principal’s office. The principal and my teacher were aware of this.When it was time for Speech class to start, I went to the office and retrieved my kit. I got to the classroom and when I sat down at my seat my teacher came up to me and told me I needed to take the kit to the principal’s office.When I got to the principal’s office, the door was shut and I was told that I could not use those “weapons” in class. I was a really quiet kid and never stood up for myself but I did manage to ask “how am I supposed to give my Speech and demonstration?”The principal walked out of the office and came back with an envelope opener that kind of looked like the one pictured below only the tip was more rounded, less pointy:I was beyond upset. I was upset because I had asked for permission and had received it. I had taken all of the precautions and steps necessary to prepare. I had given the principal the tools I planned on using that morning and the principal gave them back to me later that day only to take them away minutes later.I did my speech and it wasn’t good. I had enough trouble talking in front of a class without something like that happening. I was young and so, so stupid. I didn’t know how to handle situations like that. I gave my speech and tried carving the pumpkin with the envelope opener. I felt defeated and my speech and demonstration showed that.The worst part happened when I received my grade and feedback. The teacher wrote down that I wasn’t prepared for the speech because I didn’t have the necessary tools.Pictures: they’re not mine, I searched the internet for pumpkin carving kit and envelope opener.

What I'm about to share is one of, if not the most embarrassing moment of my life. I can't think of one more embarrassing actually at this moment.It was Halloween time and I was in sixth grade. Yeah that's right... A SIXTH GRADER, I’d think to myself while strutting around the playground. I was puffed up to be one of the top dogs in our elementary school.After school, while sitting on the grass waiting for the school bus to board us, I felt the urge to "go."Hmm but I decided against taking care of it at school. I didn't want to miss my bus after all. I'll just wait until I get home, I decided.I boarded the bus and my friend Jordyn, a fifth grader, came to sit down next to me. She showed me her new Halloween-themed pen. Pretty cool, I thought. The eyeball on top was squishy.My stop was the last one and hers was the second-to-last bus stop. Her stop was coming up which meant there were a lot of empty seats.Jordyn was fiddling with the eyeball on her pen. It popped off and started rolling under all the seats of the almost-empty bus.Jordyn panicked. "Bus driver! I lost my eyeball!"I thought this was hilarious."Haha! You lost your eyeball?!"We both started laughing as she covered one eye and yelled:"BUS DRIVER! PULL OVER! I LOST MY EYEBALL!"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAWell... you know the rest.*Sigh*... in front of a fifth grader. Someone younger and lower in rank then me.And this wasn't anything subtle either. This was like a hose shooting out of my pants. I didn't know it was possible for a female. My hands darted to hold down the stream, but it was too late. Jordyn was gaping in horror at my crotch.Finally, after an eternity of peeing, I had to save face somehow. My brain mustered up this declaration:“I just had my first period.”