"YOU GOT HIS NUMBER?!" Kim literally screamed.
"COULD YOU BE ANY LOUDER?!" I yelled back at her. That was a rhetorical question, for everyone out there who didn't correctly identify my intelligent manipulation of english to express my current feelings. Mrs Bitchface would be proud.
Good job I didn't scream out in public, but in the safety of my own home. Or my uncle's home, to be more precise. I'd lived there since I was 14, when my parents were killed.
I suppose now that I've mentioned it I have to tell you how.
Me and Aura (or 'Aura and I', if you'd prefer) were good friends before. Some would say best friends, but let's not go there. She wanted to come shopping with us, and she brought her boyfriend (who was 4 years older than her-I know what you're thinking- slag). He was conveniently drunk at that time and as we were leaving the car park he crashed his car into us. The car crash killed my parents, but I was in the back, so I recovered, after being in a coma for 6 days.
You can probably understand my hate for Aura now, right?
Be glad i shared that story with you. I never talk about this. But let's just leave it now, kay? And if anyone asks anything about this story of mine, deny everything. Got it?
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Three Quarters Devil
Teen Fiction17 year old Hayley's life is boring. She has rubbish grades in school and her sworn-enemy, Aura is the biggest slut alive. When the new transfer student catches both of their attention, the biggest bitch-fight is about to break out, until Hayley fin...
