I look in the mirror. Long, blonde hair, and big, blue eyes stare back at me. I look at my chest, trying to imagine what it's like without boobs. I look back at the mirror, and tear up.
I know I am beautiful, in freshman year a handful of senior boys asked me to prom. I didn't go. Even though some of them were some of the most popular boys in school, I couldn't bring myself to.
It's because you're a boy too, a voice in my head whispers.
No, I yell back. There's no way. After all, my body is very much female. But, yet, no matter how hard I try to just be me, to be Allie, I feel like I'm lying, like Allie doesn't exist. I look at the mirror. I try to see the beauty in my body, but I only find how ugly I look, and how much I hate my hair long. But, perfect Allie looks best that way, according to my mom.
Perfect Allie is what I call myself because I'm just so perfect, according to everyone. Straight A's, any boy I could choose, perfect parents, perfect house, perfect brothers, perfect hair, perfect teeth,and guess what? Even the dog, Molly, is fucking perfect. I sometimes wish I wasn't perfect Allie, because perfect Allie has a secret she keeps denying.
She doesn't want to be Allie.
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The Grey in Between
Teen FictionNick is gay. Allie is lost. Julie is hurt. Braden is hurting. Andrew is alone. These five teens have nothing to lose but a lot to gain.
