chapter 1

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My alarm clock goes off at 6:30 in the fucking morning. Because its another fucking year at this school, then guess what?! After this year its to the damned high school!!! Sorry, but I just hate school... a lot.

I throw a shirt some random pants I find then rush to school. As I walk down stairs, mom is cooking. Dad is out. Mom and dad never get along. Dad is a total man-whore always getting hung over. Mom is lazy and normally just doesn't care. But I guess that's just the way things are right?

As I'm walking to school, so many kids I knew from last year are coming in. People I hate.

"Hey there's the stupid emo chick!" Yells one kid. "Leave me alone Makinzie." I growl. "No, I thought if I bugged you enough you might finally kill yourself." I walk past her and all the other kids that ignore me.

First class sucked like hell, English. Then it was off to physical education and band. Next science then social studies. And of course I had no friends in my classes so far. This sucks.

The I walked into the last class of the day, math. I hate math I suck at algebra. When the bell rang I turn my  attention to the teacher. Oh my fucking god. He is hot! Perfect! And 10 years older than me... I don't care. Age means nothing. Love is love.

I feel myself blush. "Hi I am Mr. Beirsack." Ohhh his voice. "I would like to get to know you guys. So take out a peice of paper and tell me about your interest, they are not for a grade."

Oh boy this outta be fun.

(Y/n)
Hey Mr. Beirsack, I don't have many interest. But my interest are mostly about you. Please, contact me, I'd like to know you a little more.
(Your email)
(Your phone #)

Ok (y/n), be a brave girl. I turn it to him. And smile and blush. He smiles back showing his white flawless teeth. I sway my hips back to my seat casually back to my seat.

When the bell rings I brush against him going out the door. "Oh sorry

Mr.Beirsack." "its fine."

For once in a long time I had a smile as I walked out of the school. This year was going to be a good year.

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