Everyone has a label. They are classified as something whether by race, gender, color, ethnicity, status, condition... you get the idea. Whether you realize it or not, we've all put a label on someone. Stereotyped them. Put them into a category which you think they fit into. Sure labels are wrong, but we, as humans, can't help but judge things. This is a story of when society solely survives on labels, lives off them, and would seize to exist without them. But are these labels really are worth anything?
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"You can always kill the rebel, but you will never kill the rebellion..."
One Classification. One envelope. One million problems.
Just two words will change your life forever.
Alex knew what his was going to be. General Dom. Getting Caregiver would be the end of the world. High school was annoying enough, but taking care of a crying, disgusting, ear-shattering Little on top of that? Not a chance.
Little does he know, what you want is never what you get.
But damn it all. He was going to fight this Classification. No matter what.
THIS STORY IS NOT BXB.