AN: So this is my first time trying to write something that isnt extremely sad and heartbreaking. i hope you all like it :) ~Aleczander
Alec POV
My name is Alexander, but i hate that name. It's too formal for casual conversation so just call me Alec. I am 16 and I have tried almost every sport there is to do in school. From tennis, to track, to football, to wrestling; it didn't matter what i was doing sport wise, i was just always failing miserably at everything. Probably because i wasn't really into sports; i just did it to please my father. But now i don't have to worry about pleasing him anymore since he has pretty much disowned me due to my sexual preference. I came out over a year ago and me and him haven't been the same ever since. We still talk occasionally but it always awkward and it never ends well (usualy with him continually insulting me until i breakdown).
Okay, okay enough depressing shit for now; let's get to the happy part shall we? Okay so since i was little i have loved dancing. I had always used sports as an excuse to dance saying that it was helping me learn how to move easier on the field or court or whatever playing area i was at. My little sister on the other hand never even wanted to play sports and she was never pressured to so she was allowed to take dance classes as much as she wanted and was an excellent dancer. Last year as a freshman she tried out for The Institutes color guard team and made the team and aced her try-out with flying colors (literally). She is now in the middle of her winter guard season and watching her practice and perform through-out marching band season has made me want to try out next year. Let's hope that it's as easy as isabelle makes it seem…
AN: Follow, Favorite, Review, or PM me if you liked this. it gives me more motivation to write. Thanks for reading 3 ~Aleczander