Prescott Academy for Young Men
Prologue-

Hey. My name is Hayden. I’m sixteen, in the 11th grade, and I attend Prescott Academy for Young Men in the middle of Cow Pie, Missouri. There is nothing for miles and the only way in or out is the long crumbling road or the airfield. People say that there’s always a girl’s school or a public school nearby, but that’s just a cliché.

There are no girls for miles. With the exception, of course, of the school nurse, Mrs. Landry, an old widow, and the English teacher Mrs. Malay, who is married to the Headmaster’s brother.

Well, I take that back. There is one girl around, but she’s not really considered a girl. I know this is probably very unbelievable but let me explain. One of the instructors, Mr. Marshall, who teaches sophomore and junior history, lived on campus with his wife.

Well, his wife died when his only child was 5 years old and the Headmaster agreed to let their daughter attend the school since she had no where else to go and her father did not have enough money to send her elsewhere.

Now this little girl grew up surrounded by teenage boys. She hardly ever saw another female in person, through she did see pictures of them, being that living with a bunch of hormonal high schoolers, pictures of naked ladies were abundant.

However, this made puberty interesting for her. How do I know all this? Well, let me re-introduce myself. My name is Hayden Marshall, and I’m the only girl that goes to PAYM.

Where was I? Oh yes, puberty. The first time I had a period was really where it all began. It was just after my thirteenth birthday and I woke up that morning with blood on my sheets. I panicked. I ran to my dad’s room, shrieking that I was dying, to which he slowed my down and made me show him my sheets.

I’ve never seen his eyes get so wide. He stifled his laughter very well, but took me downstairs to the school nurse, Mrs. Landry, who sat me down (after stopping the red tide) and had the ‘talk’ with me.

Let me just say something right now. Having some old woman explaining very VERY private things with you is extremely embarrassing and a bit scary. Let’s just say, after that, I hardly ever talked to Mrs. Landry because I was terrified.

Then came the body changing stuff. Before all that happened, I was just a thin kid with short hair, so I pretty much looked like a little boy. But that all changed. The first things to appear were the boobs. When I began to notice these strange growths, I screamed and ran to my dad. Again, he stifled his laughter rather well and took me on my first bra shopping trip. Oh yeah, that was a disaster.

So now I had boobs and bras, and I hated them. I taped them everyday to try and make my chest flat again. During all this, very slowly, everything else began to change too. I got hips, and an ass, and a variety of other things that I’ll purposely fail to mention. To make up for this, I began dressing in baggy clothes.

My dad didn’t mind, and since everyone else in the school wore the same things, no one noticed me. Then the fateful day arrived. The day that I entered high school and officially began attending Prescott.

I spent a large portion of my first semester arguing with my dad and the Headmaster about rooming. I was convinced that I didn’t need to live with my dad anymore and I needed my own dorm room.

He argued that all the dorms were for boys and he wouldn’t have me rooming with anyone or even in the building with the rest of the guys. I kept up my protests that I wouldn’t do anything, and they wouldn’t either, and that I didn’t even want to THINK about what he was implying, and that I didn’t have to have a roommate, and so on.

Finally, the Headmaster told my dad that I would have my own room and even though he couldn’t take it out of Master Hall, which is the dorm building, it would be at the far end of the Hall, away from the center. My dad made me swear up and down that I would be a good girl then sent me packing.

I moved in with a big smile and all the guys cheered. I had a lot of friends there. Though I’m sure it had nothing to do with my gender. I’m just a nice-to-be-around person.

Anyway, a lot of new students stared at me like I was heaven on earth or some shit like that but it faded with time. Everyone was accustomed to my presence and no one thought of me as a girl. I acted just like them.

I hocked lugies, I wore baggy clothes, I cussed, I never crossed my legs, I told obscene jokes, I played sports and video games, and most importantly I never acted like a girl. I didn’t giggle, or wear dresses or heels, I never did my nails, or say some guy was hot, and I never EVER talked about my feelings. I was a badass freak-of-nature and could beat up most of the guys in the school.

Oh yeah, life was good.

Well it was good until…

It all started when I went home for part of the summer with a few guys from school. He had told his parents a few friends from school were coming home with him and being that they were self-absorbed fancy rich people, they agreed. Apparently because he went to a boy’s school they thought all the people he brought home were male. How surprised they were.

Actually Aaron’s, that’s his name, parents thought I was a guy at first. I did kind of look like one. I’m real tall, six feet, and my baggy clothes hide my (nonexistent) curves real well. And (don’t tell anyone) I still tape down my boobs so you can’t see them. Plus, my plain brown hair is boy-cut. I get it done from the school’s Home-Ec. teacher who did a little barber shop in college.

Eventually his parents did notice. No good things last forever, right? Not that it really mattered, we might have been all crashing in the same room, but I wasn’t about to jump any of their bones, now was I?

Anyway, when they did notice, his mom took me to her room and gave me a different version of the ‘talk’. This one included how to be a ‘lady’ and how to protect my ‘precious jewel’. GAG ME! Not only did I not want to know, she had actually believed I was thinking about doing IT with Aaron or my other friends. Nothing against them, but EWWWWWW!

The guys, however, laughed like crazy when I told them, and then went into a conversation on how they refused to enter their sophomore year (this was the summer after freshman year) without losing the big V status.

Gag me twice.

So we spent most of the summer hanging around the city where Aaron lived trying to pick up girls. Let me rephrase. THEY went to pick up girls and I was dragged along. I spent most of the summer hiding my face in embarrassment as they tried to swoon the ladies.

I actually had some real drunk girl try to rub up to me. Ew. When I pointed out to her I was girl, she giggled and said she wasn’t picky. Ew twice.

Then of course, they couldn’t just swoon them, they had to actually do IT, so I was forced to hide in other parts of the house and find something to do to drown out the sounds that came from various bedrooms.

And of course, they couldn’t just settle with that. They had to go so far as to ask ME who I was going to lose the V status with, because apparently I couldn’t go into sophomore year without losing it either.

Gag me a third time. Seriously…put your hand around my neck and strangle me until I stop breathing.

I laughed until one of them, Nick to be exact, said “Why not with one of us?”

Needless to say I threw a baseball at his balls (and hit them) then poured a Coke in this hair.

Oh yeah, great summer.

Sophomore year wasn’t much better but that’s not really when the fun started. So before we get into to it all, I’ll just introduce my friends. The first one is Aaron. He’s about 6’1” with black hair and brown eyes. He plays soccer with me and so he has that thin, yet strong, soccer-player-look. His dorm is next to mine.

Then there’s Nick…you remember Nick, right? He’s Aaron’s roommate. He has blond curly hair and blue eyes and he plays baseball. He’s shorter than me by an inch.

Lastly there’s Luke. Luke has brown hair and green eyes (like mine) and he’s Nick’s height. Luke doesn’t play sports at all. He’s a writer (like me). His roommate is this football-playing jerk so he hangs out in my dorm most of the time to avoid said jock. Poor guy.

So there you have. Us four friends. Aaron, Nick, Luke, and Hayden. Everything was good between us (even with Nick’s stupid comment).

Problems didn’t start until Jake came to PAYM. I told you about Jake, didn’t I? No? Well that’s when things really began to shake up.

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