"good morning my students. You have all volunteered and it is too late to back out now. I'm going to call role then you can all go to your dorms." Our instructor says as she writes her name across the chalk board. Ms. Hudson-
"Blake."
"Yo teach," he smiles slightly. Ms. Hudson just ignores him and marks him present.
"Laurence."
"Present," He nods politely.
"Ashton."
"I'm here!" He raises his hand quickly with a grin.
"Aspen.. that's a girly name for your personality isn't it?" The teacher pauses and looks to me.
"I don't believe that names should be defining of a personality or gendered, ma'am." I push my bangs out of my face again and sigh. "Here.."
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Our Fake Reality
AléatoireThe sky was but a hole that only the rich could look through. The sea was in a frame. A wall that was always there but never forgotten. Few would wish to see it and those who did, well they were considered foolish. It would bring tears and dreams, t...
