Porcelain Dolls <Lashton>

Introduction

A giggle, a wave, and a white smile.

A scoff, folded arms, and a sorrow scowl.

A skirt with flowers, and a shirt with lace.

Black jeans with holes, and t-shirts with bands.

A deep breaking point.

A long awaited desire.

Wanting, wishing.

One in the same, one in a million.

Always who I wanted to be.

Always kind as I wanted to be.

But he never knew.

That boy could never understand.

If I could be anyone,

If I could do myself again,

I would want to be him.

Porcelain Dolls; A Lashton Fanfiction will Include the Following:

~Use/Abuse of Drugs/Alcohol

~Aggressive Behaviors/Actions

~Bullying

~Mental Disorders/Other Disorders

~Sensual Content

~Fine Arts Fiction

~Vulgar Language

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

The Playlist for this Book Includes;

The Bleeding ~ Five Finger Death Punch

Bullet ~ Hollywood Undead

My Heart I Surrender ~ I Prevail

Her Monologue ~ Issues

Smile Like You Mean It ~ The Killers

Iridescent ~ Linkin Park

Uprising ~ Muse

I'd Come for You ~Nickelback

Breaking Inside ~ Shinedown

Lost In You ~ Three Days Grace

Stressed Out ~ Twenty One Pilots

Someone, Somewhere ~ Asking Alexandria

The Diary of Jane ~ Breaking Benjamin

I Swear This Time I Mean It ~ Mayday Parade

Total of Fourteen Songs

Preface

Luke's POV

"It'll be okay." My mother smiled to me. "You'll really like this school, they have a really good dance program."

"I like my old school.." I muttered.

"Luke I'm sorry, I can't afford to send you to that academy anymore." My mother sighed. "Your father hasn't been sending any money, so I can't keep you in it. He's just as sorry as I am."

"Okay.." I sighed.

"Now go on." My mother said. I stood up and smoothed out the white pleated skirt and pulled on the sleeves of my pink sweater. I grabbed my backpack and black leather jacket before walking away from the comfort of my mother's car and towards the school. I turned quite a few heads as I walked toward the building.

You think I would be used to this, since I frequently wore skirts and dresses and "girl" clothing, but I never was. If I was honest I was incredibly shy, and had a hard time making friends. A lot of my friends whom I attended a private academy with, really did like me.

I was well aware that my father had a hard time sending us money, he had lost his job a couple of months ago and was now working somewhere else, I don't remember where, I just remember that my mother missed him deeply. Maybe it was me that drove him away, that was one of the thoughts that constantly crossed my mind.

I frowned slightly as my face turned red, I was a terrible blusher. I was walking up the steps to the school and let out a sigh as people gasped or giggled at me. Of course living in this small of a conservative town, they had no idea to what expect when they saw me.

I walked up to the main office, it was down the hall from the entrance - so not very hard to find - I walked inside to see a women look me up and down but smile. "You must be Luke." I nodded my head. "Take a seat, you'll be helped in just a minute."

I did, I sat down and waited before a girl walked in, looking kind of frazzled. She pushed her blonde hair from her face and cleared her throat. "Hi Mrs. Benningdale."

"Good morning, Chyanne." The same women spoke to her before Chyanne turned and smiled at me. "That's Luke."

"Nice to meet you, I'm Chyanne, I'm student council president!" Chyanne held her hand out and I shook it. "I met your mother, she seemed awfully concerned for you to enjoy your experience here, so she told us some things you like and I think we got you in some really solid classes. Come on." She gestured for me to follow her out and I did. "Your mother told me you were a dancer, that true?" I nodded my head. "Not very often I meet male dancers! I think you'll like the dance program we have here. It's pretty successful!"

"Y-You can stop being so.." I trailed off. "Fake joyful."

"Sorry." Chyanne shrugged. "I work with people all the time, most of them want me to be super excited. I guess you're more relaxed than that." Chyanne pursed her lips together and thought. "Are you..Nervous? I mean this is a new school and well.. You're wearing a skirt."

"I'm well aware."

"Just.." Chyanne bit down on her lip. "Try to stay away from the delinquents. While we do have really good notabilities here, we have a lot of fighting that goes on in the hallways. They're like a gang or something stupid."

"Really?" I went wide eyed and I bumped into someone and him and his two friends turned and glared at me. They then looked me up and down before starting to laugh.

"Oh man..A-Are you wearing a skirt?" The kid I bumped snickered.

"Come on, those were who I was talking about." Chyanne sighed.

"We have to tell Ashton! He's going to love this." Another kid said. I let out a sigh as Chyanne and I continued down the hallway.

"If you find that you're having problems Luke, feel free to come and talk to me. It must be hard to want to be yourself but have so many people cast you out." Chyanne sighed. "I'm here for you."

I nodded my head but I did not believe it one bit, after all, I was sure as hell that she was not "here for me" and once things turned dark she would be gone, chasing after another light.

AUTHOR'S NOTIFICATION; Ariana

When I was writing this, I wrote "stupid council president" instead of "student council president" and I think that's just how I feel about being on student council lol.

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