Once upon a time, in Hollywood: A Lander story

Prolouge

⚠️TW: Abusive parents, mentions of death, slurs, child abuse, mentions of alcohol

Once upon a time, in Wyoming..

There was a raven haired boy. The raven haired boy grew up alone, with his mother and father. And like most cautionary tales, life wasn't perfect.
The boys name was Zander. And life was going okay, until his mother passed away. Ever since then, his father mistreated him. What used to be a peaceful life, was now misery.
Zander wasn't like the others around him. Not only was he a pianist, but he was also gay.

Once upon a Time, in Hollywood..

There was an auburn haired boy. He was tall, but not too tall. He was strong, but not overly muscular. His Brown eyes shimmered in the light and the dark. And his smile was every make a wish kids dream.
The boys name was Luke. Luke Peterson. Luke wasn't just your average attractive boy with a perfect reputation, good home life, and kind personality... he was special. He was talented, but not just talented... he was supreme.
Very few select students get selected to attend Hollywood arts, the school for ultimate talent. But Luke was one of them. Luke could do pretty much everything, but he was very successful in being a Drummer. Due to his outstanding skills, Luke became president of Hollywood arts.
But he had a secret. A secret that couldn't be shared. Not in this school. Not in Hollywood. Luke, was gay.

Zander pov:

I lay in my bed... tired and sleep deprived. Another sleepless night. I look around my dark room. I yawned quietly and sat up, my back aching. If only I could have a back massage, that might do the trick.

I stood up and changed into my jeans, and t-shirt. I combed my curly hair, and looked in the mirror. I let out a sigh, appalled at the clothing I was forced to wear. If only I could be me.

I quietly open the door... shaking. I hope my father is asleep. I walk down the stairs and see my father sitting on the couch, beer in his hand. I quickly walk to the door as I hear his raspy voice speak. "Come here boy.". I begin to shake. I turn around to face my dad, towering over me. I look at the ground. He back handed slaps me, sending me flying backwards. I hit mt head on a shelf and start to cry. He grabs me by mt ankle and drags me. "YOU WANNA KEEP CRYING? BE A MAN YOU FAGGOT!". I am crying and I speak "please father! I uhm- I'm-" I back up and stand.

My voice is feminine, and mannerisms are female like. I put my hand on my hip and raise my eye brows, looking very fabulous. "Excuse me as I sashay away". I skip out of the house and turn up my AirPods. I play the song "sexy drag queen" by rupaul Charles. I feel... free. I strut down the street and dance. I let the dance take over as I leap... just like the movie leap! I land in the splits then stand up and walk like it never happened.

I walk into my terrible terrorist filled high school. I am paranoid, as I walk by a punch of scary men wearing run head bands. I know they are armed. I look down as I walk to my class.

An envelope sitting on my desk. I furrow my beautiful eyebrows and pick it up. My name "Alexander Wickham" in cursive. I get chills as I open it, carefully. I inhale deeply and begin to read the formal letter.

"Congratulations! You, Alexander Wickham, have been selected to join the World of ultimate talent, at Hollywood Arts. Due to your unbelievable achievement in piano playing, we ask that you join us as soon as you can for our upcoming semester. Our school only allows the very best, which is why the school president, Luke Peterson, has selected you. We cannot wait to meet you.
Signed~

The president of the United States, SpongeBob SquarePants

My eyes fill with tears...
as I look down to see a plane ticket to Hollywood... my luck could finally be changing.. how could I get accepted to Hollywood arts? Why me? I bowed my head and began to pray to rupaul... please give me the answers.

Rupauls voice played in my head "goooo to hollywooood artssss".

I knew what I had to do.
I stood up as my Fat disgusting math teacher walked in. I flicked him off and said "Feminism for life baby! Woohoo!". I walked out and strutted my stuff.

Today will be different! This.. is my year!

And so the cautionary tale began. As Zander packed his things and said goodbye to his abusive father. One more punch in the face, then he was gone. He walked out the door, with his suitcase and was ready to never turn back.

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