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When All That's Left is Ash

Novel By: danii36
Gay and lesbian



Criss Montgomery has been bullied by Troy Thompson and his gang of idiots for four years now. Why? For being gay. Why does Troy Thompson bully him? He doesn't want to be outed himself. Troy is in love with Criss. When the two get paired up for a project in English, their mutual friend Dylan gets them closer. But when a friend of Troy's finds Criss's diary and posts it on the internet, Criss's trust in Troy is lost. Criss takes drastic measures upon himself and it's Troy's decision what happens; will he save his love or save his reputation? View table of contents...


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Submitted:Jul 19, 2012    Reads: 103    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   


I remember back in seventh grade everyone in my class was assigned to write a report on a successful person. She had us pick names out of a hat; I pulled out the name Harvey S. Firestone. Who the hell is that? I had thought. That afternoon when I got home from school, I googled that Harvey S. Firestone. It turned out he was the man that founded Firestone Tire and Rubber Co. I remember feeling disappointed that I had such a lame person to write a report on. My best friend, Dylan Carpenter, got Winston Churchill. I was so jealous that she had someone interesting and famous and I just had some guy that founded a tire company. Although I was displeased, I went away to work on my report. The day before we had to turn in our report, I still hadn't found a good beginning for my paper; quickly, I searched for a quote from Firestone. I didn't expect to find anything inspiring; when I did, I was shocked. "Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one's definition of your life, but define yourself."



That quote opened my eyes. I had never been bullied, nor bullied anyone else. Subsequent to reading Firestone's quote, I vowed never to make anyone feel like that. I vowed never to become anyone's victim.



Right now, I wonder where that courage I had as a seventh-grader went. As a junior in high school, I let myself be Troy Thompson's victim. I let him silence me. I let him define my life. I let it happen since eighth grade.



Right now I sure could use mister Harvey S. Firestone.





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