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Arabella Carter
A sixteen year old with a naive heart and innocent brain; she is the literal definition of sweetness. She is one of- no IS the t...
I've always been dark with light somewhere in the distance
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KADE
Wiping the sweat from my head, I tossed my ripped red boxing gloves onto the bench and picked up the towel I bought down with me. I checked the time and grunted, realising I was late to the shithole known as high school. If it was up to me then I would drop out but certain rules came with living by yourself and getting a job, cue the eye role.
I left the small gym, which is only ever used by me seeming as everyone else in this apartment block is lazy and negligent to their health, (old fuckers) and took the stairs to my apartment taking my sweet time, why would I rush... For school? Exactly.
No, I didn't live in a penthouse. In fact, quite the opposite. I lived in a suitable size studio apartment. Not that I can't afford to live in something more luxurious but let's be real, I'm not gonna live in a fucking giant apartment if I'm the only one doing so. It's pathetic and a waste of money.
Reaching my apartment door, I pulled out my silver key chain and slowly unlocked it, not wanting to scare what's on the other side. And that exact thing attempted to pin me to the floor the moment I stepped in, he may be a big dog but we both know I'd win in a fight. Luther, my dog, is a 105 pound Doberman dog capable of scaring the shit out of anyone despite being a complete baby around Enzo, my friend, and I.
Patting the dog on the head a couple more times, I chucked a couple dog biscuits in his metal bowl and made a bee line for the shower, no longer being able to stand the own smell of my sweat from my intense workout not long ago.
When the hot water hit my skin, I couldn't help but let my thoughts wonder. I'm living in a shitty apartment by myself, party when I desire, fuck who I want and live life on the edge but I still can't help but think... It's still not enough but then again, what is? Love is a hoax, even family is. Take it from someone who experienced it first hand. Pushing all deep thoughts down, I washed my body being cautious of the new tattoo on my chest. That's another thing, I take pleasure in getting a new tattoo whenever I want all thanks to being the best friend of a fucking sick tattoo artist.
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