so i got drunk last night. really drunk. i don't fully remember what happened but it wasn't good. something about Britanny and Ellie. i'm pretty sure ellie helped me out. shes a good friend. anyway so i walk into class and sit down. english. my heads hurting so badly. i'm thinking about how i'm gonna get through the day when i see someone new walk through the door and blah blah blah, some dialouge i can barely keep up with later, it appears miss Gayzarebad has put this human next to me. i'm in the middle of thinking" so this is what a hangover is like-"  and about to pass out when  a voice says," hi." there's whispers going around the class along the lines of "is that a boy or a girl?" followed by snickers. i look at the person. they have a black tornado on their head with electric blue streaks through it. they have shiny hearing aids that could be mistaken for earrings. i'm lost for words, i cant tell their gender either so i feel like i speak on behalf of the class when i ask: "are you lgbt?" 

"um yeah i'm demisexual." they say

"oh cool i'm pan." i say.

Cath 

Oh. My. God. 

Ellie

Oh. My. God. well this is a nice hungover daydream. wish it was real.