Aly is the name!Badass is the game!

"Touch my Motorcycle again bitch! Do it!". I yelled at the dumb bimbo bitch "sierra" who scratched my motorcycle.

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"Sir just let me explain why I did it!" I yell at my principal "Mr. Stauder". The dick won't even let me explain why I broke her nose...and her arm..and toes..and That's not the point. " This is exactly why you have a restraining order against half the school., Alyson." Why do teachers always have to call you by your full name? They can't just call you Aly like everyone else?" She scratched my bike!""Lower your voice. I like you, so your getting off with a warning, but I'd you come into my office one more time this year-" "What are YOU gonna do about it?" I snap at him. Sure, he can expel me, but thats doesn't matter because I have no family to call, no dinner to miss, and nothing to care about."Is something wrong Miss Stone?" Shut the fuck up and leave me alone." I say as I fling my worn out shoulder bag over my arm an walk out of his office with the flip of my middle finger."Wait!-" I hear as I strut my hot ass out of his office.

I walk out to see my group of friends with either worried, scared, or disappointed faces all aimed at.....ME. " What's up my bitches?!" I ask casually. "Again

Aly!? Are you kidding me? Who was is this time!??" Interrogated Emily." That dumb bitch Sierra scratched my bike!, so I kinda broke a few of her bones." I can't believe you Aly!" Emily frowns at me. Why again I'm friends with her, IDK...oh yeah, because she is my best guy friends twin sister! That's why! "Shouldn't you be in jail by now, babe?"I hear Zach,my best guy friend,say while walking up giving me a kiss on the cheek. "Don't hate me cuz I'm a baddass!" I start singing in the middle of the hallway.

See the thing is, I run these hallways. I get what I want,and if I don't,I'm not happy. And no, it's not cuz I'm some rich snob. Actually I'm the complete opposite. I work in a car garage and babysitting to make a living for me and my brother, he is too involved in his drugs to even come home most nights.Our home may be a small cheap apartment in the WORST part of town,but it's a home. My friends don't know that I live down there, so no one has ever been to our house. I don't want them to feel sorry for me..I can protect myself and my brother and my friends..because its what I do.

I'm Aly Stone. And I'm a Badass.