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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : 𝑷.𝒀.𝑻 (𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑻𝑻𝒀 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮)

𝑭𝑬𝑩𝑹𝑼𝑨𝑹𝒀. 𝟒𝐓𝐇. 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟑

𝑰 𝑮𝑹𝑨𝑩𝑩𝑬𝑫 𝑴𝒀 𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲𝑷𝑨𝑪𝑲, 𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑭𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑭𝑶𝑳𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑺𝑪𝑯𝑶𝑶𝑳 𝑺𝑼𝑷𝑷𝑳𝑰𝑬𝑺 𝑰𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲𝑷𝑨𝑪𝑲.

I had officially survived a month here in Hurricane Utah.

And ever since the party, Michael and his friends have actually stopped bullying us.

Well, they already had, but I think they were getting tired of us.

Sometimes there was a comment here and there, but for the most part, Me and Ayesha could walk throughout the schools without being called a "bitch" or "slut".

I threw on a black tied shirt, putting on some basic jeans and I threw a green leather man jacket over it.

Putting on green converses.

I should probably consider getting other types of shoes than just converses huh?

I fixed my makeup as I grabbed my walkman, jamming the tape in there as I groaned.

"I hate this old thing,"  I muttered, grabbing my backpack as I walked downstairs,

I already survived a month here, I should be getting used to this town right?

No.

I wasn't, and probably never was.

But at least I have Ayesha.

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I laughed out loud as Ayesha snorted, gaining us some looks from some people, we walked to our first class, AP Social Studies.

Which we luckily had together, we walked as we talked shit about people.

"They think they're such a good couple, they break up like every other week." Ayesha spoke, as we got to our lockers.

Grabbing our textbooks when we saw Michael's gang walk up to us.

Jesus, when I finally think I have a break from these assholes.

I mentally prepared myself for whatever they had to say.

It was two boys and three girls.

Andrew, Sabrina, Jasmine, and that girl from the party, Norah, and another boy.