Elven High School

Elven High School

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Meet Harley Ray Wilson. He is a homosexual, blue-haired sprite. And he's got something coming for him. Harley has won a scholarship to a very prestigious high school known as the Joseph William Baum High School of the Elves... named after and founded by the Elven king himself! Harley is ready to go to high school... it's his first time leaving home, as it is for most sprites. He can't wait to get to know other students, meet new teachers, study hard, and... hopefully find a cute boy, however, Harley doesn't know what he's getting into until he meets Angel Wilson and his tag-along friend named Rodger. Harley learns the lesson that Robin and anyone he cares about is no one to mess with, and that you don't want to be the one that he dislikes. Will Harley learn to stand up for himself and take Robin off his pedestal? Or will Harley himself be the one to fall? You'll just have to find out when you read Elven High school- a tale of friendship, self-worth, and self discovery. This story covers sensitive topics, such as bullying, assault, and possibly self harm. Don't read this story if you don't think you'll be able to handle it.
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We are too drunk and he is too close and even though we are in a room full of people, we are too alone. -------------------------- Notes: This fan fiction is dedicated to people who have experienced loss, people who were bullied, who struggled with their sexuality and or their race. People who use humour as their coping mechanism. People who feel like outcasts and freaks. People who fell in love with their best friends. You are not alone. You are Albus. And this is our story. It is also dedicated to grief, for showing me the true price for love. And most importantly dedicated to my one and only best friend. This story would not have seen the light of day, had our paths not diverged and our friendship not quietly scattered to the winds. In the closing of chapters, I made sure that the echo of our promises that we once held were not just words, but something truly heard. I will never not think of you during storms. Make sure to leave your thoughts and enjoy ;) This story can be also found on Ao3.

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