I watched Grayson with frustration, my arms crossed over my chest as I confronted him. "When are you going to understand that you can't keep acting like this, Grayson? You always have to be the center of attention, don't you? You always have to do t...
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Freaks · Surf Curse ♥︎ ⇄ ◁◁ I I ▷▷ ↻ ⁰⁰ ²⁵ ━━●━━━━━━━━ ⁰² ⁰⁸
My head is filled with parasites
Black holes cover up my eyes
I dream of you almost every night
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My brown hair drips down my back; today I had to shower in the gym's disgusting showers, there's no hot water.
Plus, my back hurts; yesterday I had to sleep in my car with Avery since Libby's boyfriend, Drake, was at their house.
Now I'm in math class, yes, math class, I truly hate it, so I focus on doodling little bows in my notebook.
And as if it were a sign or punishment from God, Mrs. Pierce directs her question to me.
"Miss Briar Love, can you please solve the equation?" she asks as if I had an option to say no.
Damn old hag.
There are too many numbers and letters on the board, it seems like advanced algebra or something?
"Amelia Briar Love?" the office assistant's voice comes through the speakers, and I swear I'm about to dance with joy.
With a sarcastic smile, I gather my things and walk out the door under everyone's gaze.
You losers can stay here.
The hallways of the school at this hour are empty and seem like something out of a horror movie, as I walk, I think about all the things I've done wrong this week.
Burning the toilet paper rolls in the bathrooms, writing obscene things on the girls' bathroom doors, and writing love letters to random people.
Is it really that bad?
When I'm a few meters from the office, I do what I've always dreamed of, I run and when I'm close, I slide on the floor on my knees like in some concerts, I had always wanted to do that.
