《The Final Project》Chapter 17
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We've been driving for the past few minutes, and finally, the car comes to a stop.
We're at our school.
"Why are we here?" I ask Aaron. He just looks at me and grins, running out of the car.
I run after him, and he stops at the rickety old ladder on one side of the building.
I look at him, shaking my head. "There's no way-" And he starts climbing.
"Don't worry; it's more sturdy than it looks," he says while the ladder's literally creaking from his weight.
Fuck it.
I start climbing slowly, making sure I don't look down.
I feel the ladder move a little, and almost have a panic attack in the middle of the climb.
"You're almost there," he reassures. I get to the top, grabbing Aaron's hand at the last few steps.
I feel myself breathing heavily, and he wraps me in a hug.
"Hey, you're okay. You're okay." He rubs my back in an attempt to calm me down, and finally, I feel well enough to look at my surroundings.
The city lights sprawl across the sky, everything looking beautiful and small and insignificant.
It's tranquil, and it reminds me that my problems aren't really the be-all and end-all. I'm just another speck in the universe.
But I'm a speck that now exists alongside him.
I look toward Aaron, his delicate features lit by the city sky. I study the dips and curves of his face, the hollows of his cheeks, his beautiful smile.
As we lay on the asphalt, watching the stars, I can't help but feel grateful; for him, for this moment, for my life.
And all because of one Final Project.
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the end... for now ;)
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*Unedited*-"If you have a son who believes he's a unicorn, a dragon, a werewolf, or even a faerie, and you don't know what to do with him...Then you need to send him to DeLuca's Home for Mentally Disturbed Boys. Call the number below if you wish to draw an application form. If you are accepted, your son will be safely in this home within twenty-four hours. - Alexandre DeLucaHeadmaster of the Home (No girls allowed.)" ----When I saw that flyer on my mom's countertop, I realized that she was serious. And I realized I had no way to tell her that I really did have a pair of ears on top of my head, and I really did have a fluffy tail. My mom had never believed me. Never, not even when I was a little kid. It was like only I could see them. I loved my add-ons, even if no one else believed me. Now, fifteen years after my discovery of them at age three, and my inability to be smart enough to get into college or my lack of social acceptance to allow me to have a job, my mom couldn't take it anymore despite the fact that I cook the meals and clean the house for her. She promised to throw me out, so I guess technically she has already done so by tossing my things at me, giving me an address to my new home and just enough money for a cab to take me there, and then slamming the door in my face. At least I won't be living on the streets.-____-Includes major triggers:RapeSexual assaultChild abuseAbuse (in general)Mentions of suicide attemptsFamily love (aka consensual incest)(Most of the darker stuff is because of the characters' pasts. Please pay attention when reading, otherwise you might miss some important keys in the story). ALSO, THIS IS NOT AN INSTITUTION/BOARDING SCHOOL NOVEL! Please don't label it as such. It does not fit in that category. _____The cover has been drawn by me, WingedKelpie. Please don't take it. That's just not cool. 3:
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