Let's get one thing straight.
I am not a party girl.
I'm not saying I dont know how to throw back a couple drinks and have fun, but big booming bass and crowds of sweaty, stinking teenagers is not my scene.
I cant say that before The Incident I was any better, but at least when I heard loud music I didnt flinch.
I used to be labeled as bad. I wouldn't call myself bad. I'd never. I know bad. I've seen bad. My brother is bad. My dad is bad. My best friend is- was bad. I am not bad. The audacity.
Sure, I've seen a couple fights, dealt a little here and there, seduced a couple freshmen boys when I was bored on a Thursday- but that doesn't make me bad.
I was a lost kid. Surrounded by bad examples and edgy teenage hormones. Always a bit broken. But I never shattered.
Until that party. Until that day.
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Hola! Thank you for reading. This is also probably as short as any of these chapters will get lol. See you in the next chapter!
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I wear BROKEN like a crown
De TodoI thought I was a fighter. I thought I was strong. It only took one night to prove me wrong. I wanted to disappear, I wanted to forget But whoever said they let the dead rest? ~~~~~~~~~~
