Every day after school for about a week, I hang out at the park with Hunter.
We don't really do much.
We mostly sit around and he listens to his music and closes his eyes and I watch him. Liking him more and more everyday.
I've been avoiding Tyler though. Ever since the "incident" at school he's been hush.
Don't get me wrong, I love him, but sometimes it's good to get away from him. Sometimes its good to get away from all the drama.
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I stare at myself in the mirror, checking every part of my outfit before I leave the door and head off the school.
My black Heather cut out crop top fits me perfectly in all of the right places.
It hugs my breasts and it draws attention to my pale stomach. But my ($990!!!) black leather biker jacket covers up my sides and my back, only exposing my stomach, which makes me feel better.
My black stretch leather jeans hug my ass, and my legs, making them look more toned than they really are.
I look down at my London Rebel studded shoe boot heel and understand why I love heels so much.
They make my ass and boobs look much more bigger than they normally are.
My black skull earrings itch my lobes, but I don't let it get to me.
Sometimes you have to make sacrifices for fashion.
I place my "Misfit" beanie carefully on my head so that it doesn't mess up my luxuriously long blonde hair.
My outfit matched with my smoky eye and black and gold zipper nails (glue on cause I don't have that much time! And you actually think I'm that crafty), I'm finally convinced that my outfit is perfect.
I grab my Lipsy quilted back pack (I'm using this because it matches my outfit), and head out of my bedroom door to the kitchen so that I can have a little something before I head to hell.
Star is sitting down at the table already, the floor beneath her covered in cheerios.
Isn''t she a little too old to be making messes while she eats like this?
"You look really pretty, Bear." She says, glancing at my outfit up and down.
I almost smile at her, but I stop myself and snarl at her while I grab a banana off of the counter in front of me.
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Alexis smells like a baby prostitute.
I swear this girl douses herself in perfume before she goes to school.
I mean, what's the point in making everyone that passes you, wheeze and die of asphyxiation?
At least her outfit isn't making me drown in hot pink and forcing me to think back to Sharpay from High School Musical.
She has a pink short sleeved sweater on, some light ripped jeans, Zodiac Leo sandals (which must have cost her a fortune) a bow bracelet that looks like it came from Juicy Coutoure and a pale pink leather tote sitting next to her on the ground.
She doesn't have her phone out, so she's awkwardly glancing around the room. Like she doesn't know what to do or where she is without her phone.
The bell rings and the teacher walk in to the room, his eyes sweeping across the room and lighting up as he sees Alexis without her phone.
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Society Killed The Teenager
Teen Fiction"I've always had this feeling that I wouldn't live to see past 30. Life has always been hard for me and I know that one day, it'll kill me." I put down my pen and slash my wrists, painting the paper a beautiful red. I look at the note and tuck it...
