His- Mid90s

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California, LA 1995

Mallory Jane Westbrook, M dog as those around her would call her. She was an extremely beautiful and respected girl. She had long black hair and the most beautiful periwinkle eyes. She stood around five feet seven inches and weighed around ninety-nine pounds. She was a brave and charismatic girl it seemed, to the people around her that she was fearless and carefree. But under the facade that she put on was a hurt girl.

As she skated down the streets of LA she turned her head to the side she saw a group of four boys also on skateboards. She got off her board and went into the small corner store. She gently placed a pack of gum and a lollipop down on the counter. "And could I get Marlboro reds?" she tilted her head to the cashier. The miserable old lady handed her the pack of cigarettes as she placed a twenty-dollar bill on the counter.

The Blue-eyed girl stepped out of the store and leaned up against the wall lighting up her cigarette and stuffing the pack into her pocket. She looked back at the group of boys, one of them a mixed-race boy with long blond curly hair and green eyes spoke to some old women. "I love me a mature woman though." The boy joked around with the ladies.

"You know- Hey you sexy ladies wanna see a trick?" He asked the woman. "Mm-hmm." One of them nodded waiting for the boy to do a trick. The boy with his wild blond curly hair did a kickflip as Mallory inhaled. Quickly her thoughts of how fine he was were disrupted by the owner of the fruit store coming outside.

"Get the fuck out of the front of my store. Where's Ken?" The bold guy shouted at the boys with a broom in his hand. Mallory chuckled, his face reminded the girl of a tomato it was a deep shade of red. Just like Mallory's nails. "Fuck you, man." The other kid with a buzz cut shouted at the man. "I'm not fucking scared of you guys." The man started coming closer to the boys but still was cautious and kept his distance from the group as they stood up. One of them holding a camera.

"I fought in fucking Desert Storm, you fucking pussies." He said as the group of boys got closer to him. Mallory stepped on her cigarette butt and chuckled. "Go back inside, dumbass." One of the boys brushed off the man. "Fuck you!" The boy with curly hair laughed launching his skateboard at the man, who was now going back inside his shop with a defeated look on his face.

Fuckshit turned to his friends and pointed at the girl who had now started skating to cross the street. "Yo, who is that?" He smiled liking the look of the girl. She was wearing baggy JNCO jeans and a Tupac shirt with a black snapback cap on backwards. "Yo, shawty!" Fuckshit called out to the girl who skated towards him.

"Yeah?" She questioned looking at the boy with the lengthy blond curls. "Where you headed?" Fuckshit questioned the beautiful girl. "I'm going to Venice skate park." She looked up at him and then the rest of his friend group came up behind him. "Oh shitttt, Im fuckshit by the way." Mallory furrowed her eyebrows. "M dog." She said sticking her hand out for him to shake.

The green-eyed boy pointed at his friends one by one introducing them to her. "Right well see you around Fuckface or whatever you said your name was." Just as he was about to correct her about his name she was off on her skateboard.

Later in the afternoon, Fuckshit, Ray, Ruben and Fourth grade got to the skate park in Venice. There was a huge crowd gathered around someone going down the huge ramp. None other than Mallory. "Wait is that not the bitch you were talking to earlier?" Ruben questioned his older friend. Fuckshit nodded as they watched Mallory skate. She had style and she was brave. She swivelled and nose-grinded on the rim of the ramp. Everyone clapped as Mallory got up smiling.

She noticed the boy she had met earlier and his friends. She made her way over to the group of boys. "Hey Fuckshit, hi guys." She smiled at the three boys behind the curly-haired boy. "Fuck, shit that was dope!" The boy said as he smiled down at Mallory. "You think so?" She smiled sweetly. "Yes like that's some next-level pro shit, you ever thought of going pro?" Ray asked the younger girl in front of them.

"Yeah, it passed my mind a few times." She smiled at the camera that Fourth grade was carrying around and she made a peace sign at it and waved. She chuckled at the camera. "Hi I'm Mallory." she smiled speaking close to the camera. "Pretty name for a pretty girl." Fuckshit flirted with her. "So what school do you go to?" Ray asked her. "Oh uh, Venice high." She bit her lip nervously.

"Lameee, we go to Madera." Ruben chimed in. "Oh, so you guys know Estee and Christiano and all of them right?" Mallory tilted her head. "Yeah, Christiano is a fucking g bro." Fuckshit smiled.

Mallory and Estee had been best friends for as long as they could remember. Estee was like the sister Mallory never had, seeing as Mallory lived in a house with 4 boys including her father. Mallory was the youngest out of all of them and her mother had passed away when Mallory was just 18 months old. Mallory had never known her mother, she only saw pictures of her and heard stories of her. When Mallory would visit family they would constantly tell her how much she looked like her mother.

So in a way, Mallory's mom was always there with her. In her heart, and on her face. In Mallory's wallet was a small picture of her and her mother when Mallory was a tiny baby, even though she never knew her mother she dearly loved her. And Estee's mom, Wendy was just like another mother to Mallory. The mother she never had.

FIRST CHAPTER EEK

Fuckshit is in love already

This is the picture in Mallory's wallet by the way 🥰🥰🥰

mood 😫😫😫