My name is Cambri Forbes and I am strong.
I don't cry. Crying is positively a weakness. I make very few friends. Friends lead to drama and sadness that were never really even necessary. I most definitely do not do love. Love is a sad thing really. First off there's a sweet, naive girl. Then there's the Boy who claims he'll love her forever. But something must always get in the way of that eh? Something like he cheats or does something stupid to make the girl cry for hours and hours endlessly. But I am most definitely not that girl. I'm the best friend whose shoulder she cries on for those endless hours. I am the girl that learns from her friends mistakes. Love is a weakness and that is that.
Another thing about me is that I have a terrible temper.
A lot of things piss me off. Actually, people piss me off in general. I'm not antisocial, but if someone gets one my nerves, I'll put them in their place. I also have a small problem with authority. Once, in third grade, my teacher told me to wipe my desk down because I spilled my Capri Sun on it. I told her to wipe her ass more often, then I would happily wipe my desk.
I really do hate it when people tell me what do to. My world famous sentence might be "Why don't you kiss my ass."
When it was discovered I had a talent when it came to singing, my mother Irene jumped at the opportunity. We met countless agents and I suffered tons of auditions until I finally got a record deal.
My dad left my mom when I was younger and I've been spoiled rotten since. It never took away the pain though. I had the best bond with Daddy- erm, my dad. He was always so happy. We'd go outside and ride our bikes together everyday. Every Friday night we'd eat popcorn and watch movies and- nevermind.
I haven't spoken to him since and I don't plan to. I mean, who gave him the right to just drop everything and leave his family wothoiut looking back! I don't hate him, I could never hate my Daddy- father. But I'm angry at him, and I have been angry at him for the past five years.
Now, I'm strong and I don't need him anymore.
I don't need anyone.
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Weak ( A Niall Horan Fan Fiction)
Fanfiction"Love is Weak. I want you all to remember that," I explain to the boys. "But I love Eleanor!" Louis practically shouts out. "I love Perrie also," chimes in Zayn calmly, but he looks a bit on edge, as if my words didn't make him very happy. Finally...
