*HERE WE ARE NOW ENTERTAINERS I FEEL STUPID AND CONTAIGOUS* my ringtone blurted out as I immediently threw it across the room. "God I hate that thing" I murmered under my grumpy voice. I got up with my knees trembling like crazy as I wobbled to my alarm clock checking the time...
SHIT!!
I was late for school! I chucked on a Nirvana t-shirt with ripped dark navy blue jeans as I messily done a flick on my eye lids
(That but sloppier)
I sprayed on my favourite deodorant and grabbed some left overs from the last night. I hurried out the door and started my rusted old car as the engine spluttered sounding like its being strangled. Once you've reached Hawkins high.
Ah the shit that just what everyone loves. Right??
YOU ARE READING
You gave love a bad name.
Teen FictionY/n the quiet girl who no one cares about. Well-only Eddie Munson does but y/n doesn't know. (story is in 3rd person)
