Being hated in school sucked. Especially being hated for something you could not change. So what if you liked women. That doesn't make you a freak... Right? You thought to yourself in the back of the class. You often spent lunches and breaks alone. No one wanted to be you're partner in pe. And the girls made you change in the toilets for "fear" that you'd watch them. It was unfair. They often beat you up aswell. Until a new girl came. Of course you didn't really care. Seeing as it was one year before graduation. But still... She sat next to you in class. And tried to talk to you. Her voice was low and pleasant as she introduced herself..

"Hey... I'm Asher." She said confidently, holding her hand out. You glanced up and saw the mean girls glaring at you. As if to threaten you. That if you dare befriend her... They'll make things worse for you..of course you assumed Asher would be a popular girl. Why wouldn't she be? Sporty and pretty.