remember // c.h.

.7

alex's p.o.v.

as i walked into school with my head down and my hair covering my face, an all too familiar voice filled my ears.

"nice shirt... al. guess we know why they call you al, because you dress like a guy." hailey screeched.

everyone thinks cliques are ' just clichès' and 'theres never really a snobby, popular, blonde bimbo'. well there is. except ours is a brunette bimbo.

and her favorite target is me.

"nice boobs, hailey. guess we know why they call you fake." i told her before trudging towards my locker. cali was leaned against it when i arrived.

"hey cali."

"hey al. you look pissed, was it queen bitch again?" cali asked me, using the nickname we gave her in 8th grade.

"yes, it was. god we chose the right nickname for her."

"yeah, we did. what did she do this time?"

hailey loved to pick on me and cali for anything and everything she could.

"she told me she knows the reason everyone calls me al is because i dress like a guy." i told her, pointing to my shirt.

"but that's cal's." she whispered.

"i know. but she doesn't. it's fine, i don't even care." i said grabbing my books and walking towards my 1st period class.

"alex! wait!" i heard cali call from down the hall. i slowed my pace so she could catch up to me.

"are you okay?" she asked me, grabbing my arm to stop me from walking.

"yes, i'm fine. it's just... nevermind."

"no alex, i'm not letting you shut me out again," she said, turning me towards the exit of our school. "we're going on a road trip."

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/authors note/

Short chapter but they'll get longer as the storyline progresses I swear.

also, now that you've read some of the letters alex has sent it's gonna be like a few chapters then a letter and so on.