B♭ - Chapter 2

Hello!!!

I made several changes to the first chapter, but I won't post the revised version until I finish writing the whole story. Here's part 1 of the second chapter, which provides some background information on Sam. I'm still working on part 2, which should move the plot forward. Once again, please disregard the weird indentations. There's something about this blog that messes up my formats. Anyways, I hope you enjoy reading my drafts! :)

Cheers,

Char

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Chapter 2:

The fact we share the same last name… doesn’t mean we’re sisters.

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When we’re together, it’s like a double case of androgynous ambiguity. Those who don’t know us, usually poke around in curiosity in attempts to figure out exactly what we are. Strangers’ insinuating remarks such as “You two certainly don’t look much alike to be sisters,” nag at me. To this, I reply in a very polite manner, “That’s because we’re not, ma’am,” “That’s because we’re not, sir.” Now, if they ask Gab, the reply is most likely to be something along the lines of, “I never said we were sisters,” or “You’re right. She’s actually my partner. Girlfriend. Spouse. Whatever you wanna call it.”

My parents were charming folks. They thought it would be endearing to give their firstborn a nickname as a first name. However, I’m positive they regret the one they chose. My elementary school teachers would always look at me in confusion whenever I raised my hand to “Sam Porthos” the first day of class.

“Excuse me, honey. I think your brother is supposed to be in this class. Did you swap groups by mistake?”

“Um, no, Miss. Um, my name… tha-- that’s my name. I’m Sam Porthos.”

“Oh, Sam!” a smile. “Like Samantha, right?”

“No, Miss. I’m Sam, like Sam. That’s… that’s just my name,” I always said, embarrassed, twirling a finger around my ponytail.

This just seems like an issue I’ll never be able to get rid of. I snort-laughed at the image of the disoriented officer who knocked on my door earlier. I could almost see his innards working hard trying to figure out why Sam Porthos looked like a woman.

“So, Sam. I see you find it amusing to be locked up in a cage, huh?”

“That’s Ms. Porthos to you, sir.” After all, that bald-headed, bucktoothed detective wasn’t my friend.

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Chapter 2, Part 2 *coming soon*