Bold

Girls like me do not get happy endings.
I know what I am. In the worst case a cliché at best a cautionary tale. I put an international border between my past and I, only to end up working in a strip bar low quality. Even my excuse is as bad as can be: I'm paying for college, getting my art degree from the most prestigious school of Montreal. Although some days it gets confusing: I'm just a student who works nights as a stripper, or a stripper that is passed by a student?

But the inevitable happens and my two lives collide. And now there is a person who knows both quiet and antisocial Alaska and sensual, shameless Sky. A person who keeps my secret.

It is beautiful, it is sophisticated. She comes from the other side of life, one in which they do not want me or accept. But it strikes me and their hot, warm hands on my skin promise me things that I gave up long ago.

The problem? She teaches my class Classical Photography.