Pershooks Institution for Mentally Ill Adolescent Males. (Muke AU) boyxboy

Pershooks Institution for Mentally Ill Adolescent Males. (Muke AU) boyxboy

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When Michael Clifford moved to Australia, to attend the worlds most prestigious school for mentally ill teens, he imagined a prison. Or a hospital. Not an upper class boarding school with butlers and a polo team. The depressed, Italian teen found himself surrounded by 30 boys his age, none of which spoke the same language as him. For some reason, he doubted that attending the school was going to make him happier. But sometimes happiness comes from the most unlikely source. (So this is a Muke AU. Michael is Italian and can speak a bit of English. But obviously the language barrier is there to make things difficult! I'll probably use google translate for most of the dialogue so if it's wrong I'm sorry! But for basic conversations I'll make sure it's correct, not that anyone cares!) I kind of suck at making covers but if anyone would like to let me try and make one for their book then I'd love to give it a go! Message me if you're interested.
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