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Labels. Such a stupid thing. A social latter or circling vultures. The "shy" or "quiet" kid. The entitlement of being so misunderstood. When you've come to realize that there's two types of quiet or shy kids. Type one, quiet, keeps to themselves but isn't shy at all whatsoever, and type two, both quiet and very shy as heck. Nathan, a seventeen, soon to be eighteen years old boy who's quiet and prefers to keep to himself. Living in literal hell with an abusive drunkard dad. And León, a Mexican American who's shy as hell and very timid-- also eighteen lives with a little devil who's a wolf in sheep's clothing, his little brother who mentally and physically bullies him both outside and inside his own house and at school. And plans to make every second a living hell. They both intertwine paths as they both get hit by a truck and happen to switch bodies. With both having dark backgrounds, if they want to return to there bodies, they both have to conquer not only there own fears, but each other's as well. Let the hell raising begin.
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