^^^Cassey Williams^^^
As for the video, its dedicated to my girlfriend. I love you, and I'm sorry your going through something. I'll support you thick and thin.
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"Neerrrddd..." I heard Mackenzie coo softly, as I walked down the desk aisle.
Gritting my teeth, I took my spot at the very back. I don't associate with people for one reason: Everyone leaves in the end. Its simple, and true. I don't fit in. I'm not popular, I'm not cool, and I'm certainly not stable. I lash out at anyone and everyone but the populars. Fucking cliché right?
The irony burns deep.
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While walking out of the classroom, Mackenzie's whore-ish friend trips me and books go flying as I practically face plant into the floor.
A parade of laughter followed me, but at the corner of my eye I saw something that surprised me.
Mackenzie being yelled at.
"What the hell, Mack!" Luke Hemmings growled. "Your such a bitch!"
Ms.Perfect leaned in. "I'm like that in bed, too." she not-so-whispered, and I rolled my eyes, gathering my books.
"Leave me the fuck alone." He spat. Whoa. He just rejected her. That's new. I mean, not for him. For her. She can get any guy in bed. Well, she could.
Not even glancing in my direction, he turned and stormed away, leaving her speechless.
She huffed angrily, walking in the other direction with a hair flip.
And that was my Second day of being a Senior in High School.
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I walked through my front door, already regretting being so loud.
"Cassandra." my step-father slurred, stumbling into the living room.
"Yes?" I whispered, flinching when he slapped me.
"Where da fuck you been?" he growled.
"I'm sorry I'm late--" He pushed me to the ground.
"No your not. Go to your room." He stumbled into the couch before falling over, unconscious.
A tear slipped down my cheek as I scurried into my room.
I set my backpack on the floor and looked for my blade. I know I hid it somewhere..
Ah. Behind my bathroom mirror. Clever of me. I took in a breath, sitting on my bed. Today was bad. Crying, I let it pierced my skin.
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How To Survive A Bad Boy
Fanfiction"I'm tired of this, ok? I'm tired of you being hot one minute and cold the next. God, I'm an idiot. Why did I think Luke Hemmings would actually have genuine feelings for me? You're just like everyone else! The Sexy Bad Boy won't have anything to do...
