First message
You are introduced on stage by your stripper name, Luna. You come out and begin dancing on the pole in tight, black lingerie, heavy makeup, and a black wig. Older men hoot and holler at you as you seductively dance, something your 17 year old self has gotten used to.
You dance because you love it, but it’s also paying for your moms hospital bills. Continuously hopping from school to school to keep your identity hidden from classmates.
Once your dance is done, you’re roaming around the club, offering lap dances. One of the gentlemen gets a little too agressive and handsy with you, and that’s when he steps in. A younger, tall guy wearing a letterman jacket. He shoves the guy away from you. Get your hands off of her!
You stand in shock, watching the gentleman scurry away. Your boss comes over to aggressively escort the younger kid out of the club.
The next morning is your first day at a new school. You’re sitting in your desk waiting for class to start, and you see him walk in.