Chapter 3

4.2K 105 77
                                    

Y/N POV

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.

Y/N POV

I woke up to the sound of an ear piercing scream from my mother and decided why not get ready for school even though it's five in the morning! I did my normal morning routine, showered, got dressed, did my hair, and ate breakfast.

I woke up to the sound of an ear piercing scream from my mother and decided why not get ready for school even though it's five in the morning! I did my normal morning routine, showered, got dressed, did my hair, and ate breakfast

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.

(this is only a suggestion, if you have different style please feel free to chose something else)

"We're walking together today, Gin." I told my sister, who was already rushing out of the door.

I guess she didn't hear me. I'll just text Jackson and see if he'll give me a ride.

___________________________

Jackson and I walked into school together laughing our heads off because we smoked a little weed on the way. Okay, maybe a lot.

"Ginny is so gonna' kill me 'cause I came to school high as fuck!"

"Shit, I forgot the eye drops." He groans.

We walked to where everyone else was, which was, "Berry tree". A bit dumb if you ask me. I saw my sister with her friends.

"J, I'm gonna go over there with my sister. Tell everyone else I'm with her." I tell him as I walk over to her.

"Hey, Gin!" I exclaimed whilst wrapping my arm around her.

"This is your sister?" The one with bangs asked.

"Yes, I'm Ginny's sister and you are?" I say in a polite tone.

"Norah."

"Hello, Norah!"

"I'm Abby."

"Hi."

"You already know me."

I nod.

"N/N, are you high?" Ginny whispered to me.

"Only a little." I say.

Ginny's friends go on about how people call them "MAN" and about some chick named Samantha, then Abby grabs Norah and Max and scurries off somewhere.

Dead | Ginny and GeorgiaWhere stories live. Discover now