Hey, my name is Stephanie but most just call me Steph. I'm a senior in high school and 17 years old. I'm what you would call a typical 'emo' or 'scene kid' but whatever, I don't like labels, they're just another thing that separates us from one another.
I don't have many friends, actually, I just don't outright have friends period. Well, I take that back. I have a friend, Jack, who is also a senior, but, other than that no, I don't really have any friends.
I don't fit in at my school. Neither does Jack. We're just two outcasts that decided to band together in a school/town full of plastics. We live in a plastic town full of plastic people and we're just the outcasts made of metal. Cold metal that is hard and good at being protective against the cruel world around us. But, whatever, we don't mind being different, that's what makes us special. Our differences don't make us freaks, they just make us a little bit different from all the rest, and what are you if you're all the same as each other? Plastic. Cold, heartless, plastic.
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Hey, thanks for reading, I hope you are enjoying it so far. I know it's a little short but it's only the intro so I guess it's ok I hope. Whatever, the next 2 chapters I have already written so they will be out within the hour. Thanks. Sorry for any mistakes, I'm typing on my phone.
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Self-Induced Panic
Teen FictionI'm awful at descriptions so you're just gonna have to read my story to find out. I also have no f-ing plan or storyline written out for this thing yet so...yeah. Anyways please give this a read, thanks! Also btw ignore the name on the front cover...
