I flung my apartment door open and headed into the kitchen. I pulled the cabinet open and pulled out some bandages. I quickly rinsed my arm off and cleaned out the cuts. I applied the bandages and walked over to the couch. Flopping down I flipped through channels looking for something remotely interesting. The conjuring appeared on the screen and I set down the remote satisfied with the movie. After about an hour there was a knock on my door. I sighed and walked over to the door. I pulled it open and rubbed my eyes.
"What?" I grumbled pulling my head out of my hands. It was Simon. "Oh hey."
"You always have to make trouble don't you?" He asked scanning my expression. I shrugged.
"Yeah, I guess." I stepped out of the doorway and he came in heading for the kitchen and pulling a Dr.Pepper out of the fridge.
"You've already got detention, do you really want more?"
"They deserved it!"
"That's not the point, you need to learn to control your anger!" He shouted back.
"Can we go get something to eat and talk about it there please?" I mumbled.
"Yeah ok." I followed him out into the hallway and locked the door behind me. I followed him outside to his old white pickup truck. I clambered in and we we're on are way.
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Every Dead Rose
Ficção AdolescenteCasper a 18 year old girl has lost everything. She moves out of her aunts house after her parents are divorced and moved to different states. She is a senior in high school and living on her own in a crappy apartment. When she meets Dawson she begin...
