Fernando
By Chanel Hardy
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After a year in county jail, a new life on the outside awaits! Nineteen-year-old Amari Davis is a rebellious transgender teen from Georgia with a desperate desire for a fresh start—but being packed off to Brazil to work with her father, a military vet now in the Peace Corps, isn't exactly what she has in mind. Amari struggles to adjust to the new culture and fit in with the locals until she meets Gabriel, a handsome and endearing young man who works with her father. The two are drawn to each other, and as their friendship deepens, Amari's newfound romance tests her resolution to live authentically. If she tells Gabriel the truth about herself, will it push him away forever?
From award-winning author Chanel Hardy, 'Fernando' is a modern, unconventional love story set in the 90's that explores what it means to live as your authentic self, giving love a chance when all seems lost, and to be young and resilient in the face of adversity.
Chanel Hardy
YA/NA author and poet born and raised in the Washington D.C. area. In 2017 Chanel decided to take a leap of faith and follow her dreams of publishing her first book, 'My Colorblind Rainbow' which made the 'In The Margins Award Long List' for YA fiction in 2018. She launched Hardy Publications in September of 2017, working as a freelance writer and literary blogger. She's written for publications such as Women and Words, 25 Hottest Indie Authors Artists Advocates 2020, and CulEpi. With certifications in persuasive writing and public speaking, TEFL(Teaching English as a Foreign Language) while overseas, Chanel uses her platform to raise awareness for different charities and non-profit organizations, volunteering both locally and internationally, and giving back to the community.
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Fernando - Chanel Hardy
Prologue
WINTER, 1997
Knots formed in the center of Amari’s abdomen as she sat on the hospital bed. Soon she would be transferred to the operating room. Her mother Elise stood by her side, grasping her daughters’ hand. Elise bowed her head, closed her eyes and spoke softly as she prayed over Amari. After nearly three years of puberty blockers and hormone replacement therapy, it was finally Amari’s big day. Getting bottom surgery would mark the beginning of her new life as a fully transitioned transgender woman.
I can’t believe this is actually happening.
Amari said. She placed her hand over her stomach. I’m so nervous.
Don’t be,
Elise said. I’m here. Everything will be fine.
Elise smiled and rubbed Amari’s shoulder.
It had taken a long time for Elise to come to terms with her daughter’s transition. At the age of thirteen, Amari came out as trans to her mother. Elise found breast pads and a tote bag full of makeup hidden in Amari’s closet, which led to an emotional breakdown that caused a huge rip in their relationship.
With a lack of support, Amari disobeyed her mother and turned to the street life. She committed petty crimes to afford her hormone medication. The first time Amari was caught shoplifting, Elise found hormone pills in her room. At that moment, she realized that what her daughter was going through was no phase. She set her own feelings aside and decided that she would provide the support Amari needed on her journey to transition, even if she didn’t understand it.
Have you heard from dad?
Amari asked.
Amari looked up at her mother with hopeful eyes. Elise didn’t respond. She just nodded with pressed lips. Amari let out a faint sigh.
While her father was supportive of her coming out as queer, he wasn’t too fond of her coming out as trans. He was even more opposed to her having such a life-changing procedure. Amari felt that he would always subconsciously hold on to the son he always wanted. But despite his opposition, she was having the surgery with or without him.
He loves you.
said Elise as she reassured Amari. You know that.
I know.
replied Amari. She smiled weakly.
Someone knocked on the door. Elise and Amari looked to see who was there.
Are we ready to go?
asked a male voice. The doctor peeked his head inside the patient room.
Yes.
Amari answered. Her stomach settled as the excitement for her new life set in.
The doctor walked in and approached them with his clipboard in hand.
Good.
said the doctor. Let’s get you prepped for surgery.
Amari laid back and still held on to her mother’s hand as the doctor prepared to take her into surgery. They locked eyes. Elise placed her palm on her daughter’s chin. This was it.
Damarion Davis.
a male voice called out. Two men approached the room door. One, being a uniformed police officer. A sharp pain pierced Amari’s chest. Her skin prickled.
Excuse me?
Elise interjected. She inched closer towards Amari. What do you want with my daughter?
Her brow furrowed as she observed the two men.
I’m Detective Porter.
said the man in regular clothes. As he reached into his blazer to pull out his badge, he stared down Amari. Damarion, you are under arrest for theft and credit card fraud.
The uniformed officer reached for his cuffs and proceeded to Amari.
What is the meaning of this?
Elisa questioned in a fretful tone. She peered down at her daughter. Amari, what is happening?
The look of guilt and regret washed over Amari’s face as the officer sat her up and placed the cuffs on her wrists. Her eyes glossed with tears as her whole world imploded. She was so close to starting a new life, and just like that, it was all over before it began.
Chapter 1
ONE YEAR, SIX MONTHS later...
I sat in front of my vanity mirror and wiped the burgundy lipstick from my lips with a napkin. I picked up a nude brown shade and carefully applied it to my full lips. That’s the Way Love Goes
by Janet played through my radio, blasting at full volume. The music put me in a tranquil mood. I puckered my lips and ran my index finger over my perfectly shaped brows. I didn’t have many skills that were worth bragging about, but my true talent shined in hair and makeup. I adjusted my bra straps. Then, I ran my palms over the lace that covered my 32B sized breasts. They had grown naturally after four years of hormone therapy. My breasts were my biggest pride and joy. and they represented the womanhood that I desperately desired.
My journey to transition was cut short when a judge sentenced me to a year in Woodson County jail for theft and credit card fraud. I told my mother that I had gotten a part-time job to come up with the money needed to pay for my surgery. But no low-paying entry-level job could pay for a $23,000 procedure. The day I was arrested was the worst day of my life. My crimes had finally caught up to me. What would’ve been a minimum of five years in federal prison was reduced to only a misdemeanor. Thanks to my father’s connections, I was able to get a good lawyer. It also helped that I had a clean record prior to my arrest. Also, I cooperated with detectives to turn on one of the men I was working with.
But a year in a men’s jail felt like an eternity for me. The violence and sexual abuse I had to endure was a living hell until I decided to stop being a victim. I used my feminine looks and street smarts to my advantage. It had its benefits, which included getting black market hormone pills smuggled in. Surviving in jail came with a cost, but my rigid character could get me though anything.
There was a knock at my bedroom door.
May I come in?
asked my mother in a muffled voice.
Yeah.
I answered as I paused my music.
My mother opened the door and peered in before she eased her way inside. She walked over to where I sat and stood next to me. She pushed my hair behind my shoulder and smiled at me though the mirror.
Is that a new lip color?
she asked.
Yeah, I got it yesterday.
I said flatly. I put all my makeup back in its place before turning off my vanity light. Don’t worry. I paid for it.
I rolled my eyes.
My mother scoffed. I never said you didn’t.
She tilted her head and placed her hand on my shoulder. What’s with the attitude today?
I sighed heavily. This Brazil trip is starting to feel like a bad idea. I don’t even speak Spanish. I don’t know anyone there except dad.
They speak Portuguese in Brazil. I’m sure you won’t be the only one speaking English there.
My mother leaned down and hugged me tightly. I know you’re nervous, but you’ll make friends. I know it.
She placed a gentle kiss on my temple.
We’ll see.
I said unenthusiastically.
Yes, you will.
My mother smiled. Now hurry and finish getting ready. I want to make it to the airport before rush hour.
She left my room, and I turned my music back on as I got up and stepped away from my vanity. I went over to my bed where a black sundress with red roses sat across the end of it. It was my favorite, and one of the first outfits I bought when my breasts started to develop. The V-neck with wide straps complimented my small frame perfectly. Since it wasn’t too tight below the waist, I didn’t have to worry about tucking either. I didn’t mind it usually. I had been doing it since I started wearing feminine clothing at thirteen-years-old. But summertime in the south wasn’t exactly ideal weather for wearing duct tape, and I couldn’t wear it for long periods of time, even if I wanted to.
Sundresses gave me the freedom to be comfortable without attracting too much unwanted attention. Most people I encountered didn’t know I was trans. My mother pulled me out of public school not too long after I started hormone therapy.
Homeschooling helped keep me safe from bullies but living in Montgomery Georgia as a queer person was risky regardless of how much I tried to shelter myself. I felt like the more I could pass as a cisgender woman, the easier my life would be until I could get my surgery. My narrow nose and small cheekbones did make it easier, but the puberty blockers and hormone therapy gave me the privilege of passing that kept my gender identity from being questioned by strangers. I was so close, and what felt like my only chance at having the life I truly wanted was taken away the day I was arrested.
My eyes became glossy with tears as flashbacks from the day my whole world came crashing down replayed in my mind. I tossed my dress over my head and wiped a tear that emerged from my eyelid. I refused to let my past kill my spirits. There was nowhere to go but forward, and these next few months in Brazil would be the beginning of a fresh start for me.
Chapter 2
FIFTEEN HOURS AND TWO flights later, I had finally arrived at Campina Grande Airport. Rubbing my aching backside, I inhaled and exhaled heavily as I made my way to baggage claim to meet my father Marcus. It had been three years since we had last seen each other. He left for the Peace Corps when I was sixteen years old. Although he and my mother had been divorced since I was eight years old, I still maintained a relationship with my father. Despite his issues with my transition, we tried to make it work.
With my carry-on bag draped over my shoulder, I looked at my surroundings as I walked through the airport. I hadn’t even been outside yet, and it was already a culture shock. The sounds of a foreign language