Y/ns pov:
I was walking down the road from my house tired, exhausted, angry, sad? What was I feeling? I hated that I never knew how I was feeling, it was like almost as of I was a doll who you could manipulate at any time for whatever reason. So I pulled out a blunt and smoked my feelings away, was it a bad habit absolutely did I have the intention to stop nope!
As I'm lighting the blunt I bump into someone, he's white, looks like an absolute dick, and what does he say?
"Watch it!"
I look at him with a additude and say "be for real" he looks at me up and down and just walks away making sure he bumps into my shoulder
"Bitch" I mumble under my breath
Ok sorry this is short but it's my first story so please show me some love
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FanfictionY/n is a so called " happy" girl who lives in a picture perfect family but what if the family wasn't so perfect? What will happen when she moves into a new neighborhood that isn't so perfect? What will happen when she meets "white boy Carl" and his...
