I walk home everyday on my own. My family is wealthy enough that, if I wanted to, I could drive mysefl. I don't want my own car, though. They're oversized, over-priced, and I just don't like them. I don't mind walking, I guess it's my therapy or something like that. I'm probably not suppoused to be walking home on my own in the evening, I'm not like some kind of ninja, if thats what you're thinking, but I'm not a target either. I know the area, I have a switchblade wich, legally I'm not suppoused to have until I'm eighteen, in my shoulder bag, I also don't look wealthy either. So this is how I live. No scarring moments in my past, no special memories, nothing but an average child who grew up to be an average girl. The divorce doesn't count as special. Lot's of families have them. If you were looking for a happier story narrator than go away, you're in the wrong place for that.
So this is me; walking slowly home, kicking a small rock along to keep my attention to where I'm stepping. When I spot a bunch of kids on the other side of the road, they're drunk.
I can hear them shoutting at me and I try to ignore it.
"Hey, beauty," One of the boys calls out to me his voice slurring, "why not walk over here with those fine ass legs of yours."
"Fuck of."
He laughs with his friends. I notice and boy, taller than the rest standing in the back, laughing hard and offering advice to his friend.
"Ohoho, we've got a rebel, comrades." They laugh at the stupid line, "c'mon don't be like that."
"Go away."
"Sassy, but I know, legs, you want m-" I turn my whole body to face him.
"What did you just call me?"
"Legs." He snickered, "got a pro-"
"Actually yes I DO!" I was almost screaming now, "I'm not a fucking piece of property, dickface. I'm a fucking human being. Now leave me the fuck alone!"
Silence greeted my outburst, then grumbling annoyance.
"Geez! Fine chill the fuck out. Stop being a bitch already."
"Fuck off." I said again and kept walking. Hering the not-so-whispered insults towards me. It took a long time before I got the words to stop ringing in my ears, and even longer for me to stop believing them.
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The Green-Eyed Peasant
Teen FictionYou would see her, every once in a while, trapped behind tinted class where her screams were silent and her bruises went unseen. He is chained to his past, a promis he'll be forced to keep with the most evil of beings. Meet Mayhem, smart, sexy, and...
