Evan Ghost steps out of the shower, towels wrapped around his head and waist. He grabs his phone and turns down the music he was playing. It's Twenty One Pilots. He looks into the mirror at his chest. Two light scars can be seen. He smiles. It has been a year since his family where able to get him top surgery. He is proud of this fact.

"Its a trophy for all the BS life throws at me, at least I can be happy in my own skin finally."

He rushes to his room to get changed. Black hoodie, blue pants with a white stripe around the thighs, and signature red beanie. With comfy clothes on he heads to the bathroom again. Looking in the mirror again, bright orange hair is a mess. Would be worse putting on the beanie now. His hair is moderately long, just enough to come down to the middle of his neck or so and peek out the back of the hat. He oddly finds brushing his hair relaxing. Texture reasons. Nice and smooth the brush slides though. His eyes are two colors, red and purple. Normally the his hair fringe hides the red one. Something about it just felt. .. Odd.

"Evan!" A woman's voice shouts from downstairs. "Are you almost done? Don't you have a call with your friends soon?"

He perks up "Oh yea! I do! Thanks mom!!... I can't believe I almost forgot."

He leaves the bathroom ready for the day.

Its 1:02pm...

Before heading to his room he heads downstairs led by his stomach and the taste for something that is not water.

"Hi mom." he says looking though the fridge. "Do we have any mango nectar juice stuff?"

Evan's mom, Cynthia Ghost, is making breakfast for lunch. "Did you drink the gallon already? We just got that!"

"Haha! I found it... damn. One cup left. Ah well." He closes the fridge and takes the mango drink to the counter.

"Evan, you know I'm proud of you right?"

He turns to his mom after grabbing a cup from the cabinet. "What did I do this time?" He asks knowing that this is a good thing and not a normal "oh no what did I do bad" thing.

"Your decision to go independent. The move."

"Oh, yea, " Even completely blocked this from his mind. Too overwhelming. "Yea, I mean like, life is a thing heh."

"Would you like some help packing?"

"PLEASE!" he finishes pouring out the drink and goes to toss the gallon jug in the recycling.

"I know, its scary, you're going to a nice place. I grew up there." She says this with a sadness.

Evan doesn't pick up on it instead thinking "ok its safe if mom lived there."

He quickly glances at the time.

"GWH!! IM GINNA BE LATE!"

"DONT SPILL!"

Evan takes his mango deliciousness upstairs to his room and sets it on a green resin coaster with a Bulbasaur Pokémon card embedded into it. He opens up discord. The call has already started.