Well, one thing growing up that was hard was always needing to explain why I had the name Alex.
"No, I'm not a guy." "Yes, I am a girl." "No, I like my hair short." "I'm not trying to look like a guy, this is just the way I dress." "Yes, I do have a chest, and NO, you're not allowed to check!!" - Were things I said on a daily basis. The last one was mainly to my mom, but the occasional frat boy was given it with a slap every once in awhile when I was in college.
Growing up, I always had my mom. She was always there, making sure I was alright and happy. I didn't realize I'd miss her so much, and that she'd be taken away from me so soon.
I was on my way back from getting a coffee and donut from a place a couple of minutes from my apartment, and around 8:03 a.m. was when my life took a drastic swerve to the right. I'd been given the call that my mother had died from a car crash. After just 24 years of having her with me, she was suddently taken away. My heart had crashed and burned with her.
I'd decided to move back into the old grey house I was raised in to help out my dad. Just months later, and I was sitting down looking at him through a glass window, the orange jumpsuit he wore burning my eyes. Promising I'd get him out, I left the county jail trying to come up with ideas on how to get money fast. A couple of quick internet searches later, and still no luck. That's when I received another phone call, this time again from an unknown number.
After answering, I discovered it was Josh.
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The image is kinda what I think Alex would look like
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The Guy's a Girl?!
HumorHer dad had a gambling problem. Once he ran out of the money he got from his deceased wife, he turned to other means of getting money. Couple months later, and he's in debt and in jail. Now, all Alex has is a suitcase and an opportunity. Promising...
