It's LMAO not ROFL, dude

Its LMAO not ROFL dude 2

Its LMAO not ROFL dude 2

The story of my not so great life started when I was born. Of course. My parents thought I was the most beautiful baby in the world. A bit of an underestimation even for me. The most unliked girl in school. From then I had great parents and a loving family.

Then, my mom was pregnant yet again when I was 12. There were 4 of us in the house and my mom and dad knew they couldn't handle 4. They didn't want the new twins to be seperated from them at young and they needed to make sure my older sister who was at the time 17 wouldnt get into trouble. I was a good, kind, smart, and 'reasonable' person and the only they were willing to give to Aunt Belinda.

Guess my beauty didn't work then did it?

So I was sent to North Dakota. My parents were linient about letting me live with Aunt Belinda. She was still a bit of a slut then. Just finished college I think. So they paid for a house that I'd live in. Not far from where my aunt lives. A nice, not to big, not to small house. 2 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms and of course the other requiered rooms. From the outside it looks like a cottage. But its MUCH bigger on the inside.

From there, I managed to live off the allowance my parents gave me and working in the library. When I was merely 13 I had memorized where every book went and almost every title and author. Guess I'm gifted with a terrible stupid super power... Arent i?

My house was 113 Grace Street. In North Dakota Burlington of course. It was a quiet street. I wouldn't mind living here forever if I had too. I lived here for 4 years so I really dont want to leave. Plus, Burlington has an HQ library. It would be torture not being able to access all books.

Tommorow would be Monday. Back to school again. With my oh so perfect life. No joke. There was also news that a 'hot' new boy was coming from Washington. Big deal. It's just some random dude. No need for the amazement or the fainting.

I concentrated on A poem I was writing. It was supposed to be about Martin Luther King Jr. and I'd get extra credit If I completed it. Poetry wasn't that hard. And even if I do fail, it won't count as anything because it is afterall, extra credit.

I knew tommorow would be a long hard day. It might even take weeks before the awe of the new guy would settle down. The sluts, they'd want to see how good he is. The girl populars that aren't sluts would be all over him, hoping to get a number, a smile, or a wink. And everyone else would be hoping that he notices them. To be one of his friends, or to be his next girlfriend. And me? The only thing I could hope for was that he wouldn't bother me and my perfect record of A's and my all time low popular ratings. If he could just do that, he'll have my respect when he needs my help the most.

News also is that he has a sister. Not much about his sister though. She was said to be mildly pretty but even the players didn't talk about her. Nope. Not even the perverts. I only heard because I heard a bunch of people talking about being his sister's friend to get to the guy. And I mean honestly. HOW THE HELL DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE GUY EVEN LOOKS LIKE!!! jeesh.

I wonder what they'd look like. They'd waited so long for this new boy but what if he's as ugly as sh1t? What if he was a nerd? I mean, come on, he's a regular 16 year old boy just like me, just like the sluts, just like the players(or most of them at least) and just like most juniors in the world!!! What could ever be the difference I didn't see?

*They're not supposed to love you, They're not supposed to care,They're not supposed to live their life, wishing you were there. They're not supposed to wonder where you are or what you do, They're not sorry and they just cant help themselves, but mourn over you*

Just like that. There not supposed to care about the guy. Or at least until he comes. And there's NO point in moaning over a guy who turns out to be the exact opposite of what you dreamed.

I thought all of this was true. And I hoped that it was too. But no. not. SOO not. absolutely not.

Because that guy, Lyndon Preston Hills, and his sister, Brooklyn Avery Hills, were the ones responsible for changing my whole entire messed up sick life.

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