Allen Central High School (ACHS) is a secondary school located in Eastern, Floyd County, Kentucky, U.S.A., and is one of four public high schools in the Floyd County School system. The school colors were Columbia blue and gray; however, over time dark red has been added.
Built in the late 1960s, the first principal at ACHS was Dave Hensley. After his death, a bridge that carries Kentucky Route 80 in front of Allen Central Middle School and Hensley's former home was renamed the Dave Hensley Memorial Bridge.
ACHS sports teams are the Rebels. American football games and track races are played on Rebel Field. Basketball, volleyball and archery are played in the J. H. Campbell Gymnasium. The school plays host to many county and district tournaments due to its central location.
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