WARNING: This is my first story. I really hope you guys like it. It may seem crappy at first but you'll get used to it I'll update it everyday if possible.
My name is Natasha. I am 17 years old and I live in San Diego, California. I have brown hair and chocolate skin. My best friend is named Dakota Gates. We are soon to be star crossed lovers. I will ask him to be my boy friend tomorrow.
I woke up to the smell of weed and the sound of sex happening next door. The only thin I could think was, my moms a whore. A sharp pain stabbed my side as I tried to prop myself up on my bed. My head was pounding and my face bruised. I didn't want to explain the injury's to anyone at school so I stayed in bed. Which is something I do often. I knew Dakota was going to show up later looking for me with a ton of questions and me having to give a ton of answers.
Dakota was my only friend that understood what was going on in my life. I've always admired him, the way his family cared for him. I longed to be loved that way. To be told I love you every night, to sit down with my family and eat a beautiful dinner, the way Dakota did every night.
I decided to sleep because there wasn't much to do in my house. My mother was still fucking whatever guy she was with. Her moans filled the house along with his. The sounds disgusted me, I rolled over and grabbed my headphones off my desk and plugged them into my phone. Music rang through them into my ears and through my soul.
My favorite part rang through the speakers.
Do or die, you'll never make me
Because the world will never take my heart
Go and try, you'll never break me
We want it all, we wanna play this part
I won't explain or say I'm sorry
I'm unashamed, I'm gonna show my scar
Give a cheer for all the broken
Listen here, because it's who we are
I'm just a man, I'm not a hero
Just a boy, who had to sing this song
I'm just a man, I'm not a hero
I! don't! care!
I drifted off, Peacefully
Ik that was a crappy first chapter but I'm sorry. If you were wondering the song was Welcome To The Black Parade by My Chemical Romance.

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Letters to him
Teen FictionIs about letters between lovers torn between the world Natasha Clark 17 Carmel brown skin and grey eyes lives in California. Suddenly her boyfriend Dakota leaves, Natasha spends moths writing letters to him.