a/n welcome to the story ahah just a heads up this is in 1st pov because im too lazy to do any other pov :,) so if you dont like that sorry man but anyways enjoy lol
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school.. life sucks.
sorry, my names ollie. im 17 years old, and i go to redwood highschool. i only have 2 close friends and theyre bolth crackheads. i moved to south dakota 2 months ago from new york and i live in the suburbs now so its a pretty big change. its nuce having ...actual nice neighbors. accept for taylor. shes.... honestly something.
anyways, i woke up at 7am because school started at 8:30. fun fact; teenagers brains dont basically work and use information until 10am. i didnt really like to put on makeup, so i moved onto what i was going to wear.
i decided to wear a chain necklace with a black sweatshirt with a green and blue tee over it with loose ripped jeans. (this is my oc and thats her style sorry if you dont like that-)
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after that, i grabbed my conputer that was charging from my desk, and put it in my bag. i put my books and papers inside of my bag too, and then headed downstairs.
"hey sweetie!" my mom said. "hey mom." i said. the toaster popped. "do you want toast this morning?" she asked me. "im okay. i gotta go get to the bus stop. love you mom!" i walking out the door, grabbing my bag. "love you too honey!" my mom yelled back, and i shut the door. i adjusted my backpack, and walked to the bus stop
when i got to the bus stop, the 4 kids that have the same us stop were there. one of them was my friend, angela. angela had long light strawberry blonde hair with green eyes, and she wore that same black sweatshirt all year round. then there was crimson. they had deep brown eyes, with a purplish pink dyed curly hair swept to the side with the other side shaved. she wore a pleated printed skirt and an ac/dc shirt with ripped leggings and doc martins. "hey angela" i said when i got to the bus stop. anglea was always early. "are you friends with that crimson kid?" angela asked. "yeah why?"
"no reason, i just was asking." angela said. "mhm..."
