I slung my backpack over my right side as the first day of my senior year began. I strolled down the sidewalk distracted with my own anxiety and thoughts to worry about the people around me.
I flicked my eyes up and saw the school, my heart sank remembering all of the years before.
Let's just say I'm a target, I'm basically a punching bag to these group of boys. My friends always have to drag me out of those situations whether I'm coughing up blood or simply limping my ass to the nurse. At least I have them. Aaron and Tino, bless them.
Let's just say I'm not taken kindly around here for just being me, but what makes it worse is I have a dirty secret over my head and if anyone knew about it...my life would be over.
I'm Alan Ashby.
Welcome to my fucked up life of being an outcast, crushing on someone who only notices you as a piñata, getting hated by your parents and being a stripper.
Yep. A stripper.
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Of Alan & Austin | Cashby
Random"Somebody come get him, he's dancing like a stripper."
