At my school, you have the basics. Jocks, Cheerleaders, Rebels, Nerds, Losers, and Punks. But what am i? That's what i need to figure out. I don't know who i am or who i even want to be. I'm just an outcast, i guess.
Everyone has their own group. Even the low-life losers who are going to grow up to be drug dealers.
I guess you could say that I'm invisible.
I sit at home, listening to my music off of my computer trying to block out the sound of my parents fighting. Sometimes they wont even come home. They just go out and party and then show up at 4 am. They don't even acknowledge my existence. I wasn't even supposed to be born. But i guess i should stop feeling sorry for myself. Other kids have it worse.
The only person i really talk to is my best friend Michael.Well, and my pet turtle. He's kind of a punk, but i have no problem with that. He's a really nice guy. He's loud, but nice. Michael, not my turtle.
He has a band, but i never really met them. I don't really care, honestly. I don't want more people to worry about. I've never been good with people.
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Guys, i can tell this is gonna be a fun book to write.
Anyways, i hope you like this short little chapter. sorry it was so short, i just kind of wanted you guys to see how her life is like before i get into the actual story. im not gonna rush with this one. Im takin it slow, but its gonna be worth it in the end.
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Social Casualty (Luke Hemmings)
Fanfiction"Just a girl, who turned 18." Emma was the school's loner. She sat by herself at lunch, went home to a vacant house, and slept in her dark room, while she listened to her parents fight downstairs. But one day, she turns 18, and a certain blond hair...
