Mara's POV

　　"Mara!!! Mara!!" My mum called from outside waking me up from my sleep.

　　" Mum i'm awake stop yelling." I yelled back angrily.

　　" Mum is so annoying." I thought as I stood up from my bed and moved to the bathroom to freshen up.

　　Introduction

　　My name is Mara Gomez. I am 23 years old, i graduated at the age of 21 but yet to start working, my mum has a grocery shop so I always help her in selling. Though I always caused trouble in the shop. I have always wanted to be a guy, I dress like a guy, behave like a guy and I even went to the gym in the gym centers in my School. We are neither rich nor poor, we were in the middle.

　　When my mum saw I started growing muscles she forced me to stop which I did reluctantly, no one dare face me even a guy, i can beat any one blue black. I never thought of dating any guy because they end up running away from me when they see my true color, I don't even like guys though I wish to be one. Isn't that crazy.

　　End of Introduction

　　"Mara!! Get your ass down here before I come there to beat you up you naughty girl." Mothers voice came again.

　　I ran out of the bathroom, I cleaned my body with my towel and dried my long hair, truly I wanted to be a guy I never thought of cutting my hair, It's so precious to me.

　　Though I always pack it in a donut style and keep it in my face cap. I opened my wardrobe and brought out a big jean trousers and a very big cream top, I wore it and also wore my Adidas Snickers. I wore my Face cap and carried my cross bag as I ran downstairs to meet mum fuming in anger.

　　"Mara! What's wrong with you, what have you been doing?" She asked angrily.

　　"Mum I was dressing up." I said pouting my mouth.

　　"How many times have I warned you not to dress like this Mara." Mum said sadly.

　　"Mum, we have talked about this, I love my look like this." I said as I pulled her into a hug.

　　"Y are a lady Mara." She said sadly.

　　" Mum we need to move now or we are going to get to the shop late." I muttered trying to change the conversation.

　　She nodded as we both moved out of the house. We walked down the street, I continued bouncing the same way I did everyday.

　　"Mara will you please walk normally?" My mum asked stopping and looking at me.

　　"Mum this is how I walk." I said laughing.

　　" I can't let you walk beside me like this Mara, you know what am taking a cab to the shop you continue walking and make sure you cause no troubles before getting to the shop." She said as she stopped a cab and zoomed off.

　　"Ewwww!" I sighed in relieve, I continued walking and bouncing down the road pavements.

　　"Hey boy!." Some guys around the corner called. I looked at them and continued walking.

　　"C'mon Mara we are greeting you." One said and i became so furious.

　　"Must they always look for my troubles??" I thought.

　　One guy stood up from where they sat and moved close to me.

　　"Hey Baby boy!" He said smiling stupidly. I was fumming in anger I looked around and saw a portable rock fit enough to break his head.

　　I bent down like I wanted to tie my shoe lace, I saw him very close to me I quickly took the rock and hit it on his head making blood gush out.

　　"Arrrghh!!!!." The guy groaned. The other saw this and stood up immediately running to my direction.

　　As I saw them, I threw the rock at their direction and started running very fast, am sure when they catch me they will pounce on me and kill me.

　　I ran to the shop sweating profusely, I got to the entrance and stopped I cleaned my sweat with my handkerchief and adjusted my face cap that was looking funny.

　　I eneterd the shop to see mum busy with her sales, I went closer to her.

　　"And where have you been ? You have caused troubles again right?" She asked angrily.

　　"No mum I was pressed to I went back home to use the toilet." I said smiling.

　　"And is that why your cloth is soaked with sweat?" She asked yelling.

　　"Mum I ran back to the shop after using the toilet so I would come early." I mumbled smiling.

　　She shot me a deadly look as she narrowed her eyes.

　　"Mom I swear." I said crossing my chest.