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Beautiful Monsters
Beautiful Monsters
Beautiful Monsters
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A campaign volunteer is assigned to assist his high school's Gay Straight Alliance for the Pride Parade, forcing him to face the students he had previously avoided, and the truth about himself. Beautiful Monsters is a short story originally published in Summer Love, an LGBTQ young adult collection published by Duet, an imprint of Interlude Press.
LanguageEnglish
Release dateNov 12, 2015
ISBN9781941530887
Beautiful Monsters
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Leigh Rachel Davidson

Rachel Davidson Leigh is a writer, educator, and small town native who tells stories she wishes she could have read as a teen. Beautiful Monsters is her first published work of fiction. She lives in Wisconsin with her family and two dogs who are spoiled out of their tiny minds.

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    Beautiful Monsters - Leigh Rachel Davidson

    Copyright © Rachel Davidson Leigh, 2015

    All Rights Reserved

    ISBN (ebook): 978-1-941530-88-7

    Published by Duet, an imprint of Interlude Press

    http://duetbooks.com

    Originally published as part of Summer Love, an LGBTQ young adult collection.

    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, and places are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to real persons, either living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

    All trademarks and registered trademarks are the property of their respective owners.

    Cover Design by C.B. Messer and Buckeyegrrl Designs

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    Beautiful Monsters

    Rachel Davidson Leigh

    Cody hardly feels the first blow to the back of his chair. In the seven weeks since he started volunteering for the Parker cam­paign, his office-mate Carrie Dodson and her boredom kicks have become his closest friends. Sometimes, when the donors aren’t picking up and the office AC dies, she wads up the used call lists and tosses them at the back of his chair, calling out points when she gets him in the head. Today, she works up a good rhythm before he finally pulls out both earbuds and looks back, eyebrows raised.

    Markhausen. Carrie gestures toward his supervisor’s office door with one manicured thumb, her big blue eyes blinking under a cloud of bleached-blonde hair. That’s still you, right?

    That’s when Cody hears a voice calling from the other side of the door. For a second, he isn’t sure what to do. For all the regularity of his presence as a campaign peon, he’s spoken maybe five words to the middle-aged dragon lady in charge. To be honest, he’s shocked that Judy knows his name. Judy doesn’t do names.

    He stares at the closed door, eyes wide in confusion. What do I—?

    I dunno. Carrie looks as surprised as he feels, but consider­ably less concerned. She glances at Judy’s office and shrugs. I guess you go in.

    Cody nods and stands, like a robot in a seventeen-year-old boy’s body. There’s no way he could have gotten in trouble. A trained monkey could enter this data without breaking a sweat.

    He pushes the door ajar with the pads of his fingers and steps inside to find his boss, the unstoppable Judy Gould, nearly buried under stacks of printer paper. He assumes the space at her feet is clear, but he can’t see anything except her head over the piles towering on either side of her desk. Until now, she has existed only as a passing blur of angles and three-inch heels, her elbows and fingernails slicing the air like knives, her lipstick the color of congealed blood.

    Cody! She smiles and waves him in, already scrolling through some­thing on her phone. I was starting to think that those head­phones had done something to your brain. Get yourself in here.

    He leaves the door cracked and hesitates before perching on a stack of folders piled atop a metal folding chair He focuses on balancing his weight, which isn’t easy when his feet barely hit the floor and his hands are slick with summer sweat. Judy, of course, doesn’t notice a thing.

    You’re in high school, yes? she asks, glancing up from her phone. He nods and she barrels on.

    Here’s the deal. There’s a kid at St. Claire Senior High who’s been pestering me for ages about getting the campaign involved in ‘youth issues,’ she says with violent air quotes, and I finally told him that we could ‘team up’ for a parade on Friday. He brings bodies, we bring campaign signs and we get him off our backs for one more week. I’ll even throw in the markers for some artistic involvement.

    So. She stands, and Cody is reminded of a hawk before it dives

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