My best freind and i woke up at 6:30 to get ready for school. My name is samantha kay rogers. Im 17. My best freinds name is cale stilinski. Shes 16 years old. We have been freinds for 14 years. Our parints were freinds so we were to. But a year ago to this day our parints died. They were on there way to a vacation when there car stoped on the train tracks. They couldnt get out of the way in time.
So now Cale and I live by ourselfs. She lives with me in my house. I get my mother and fathers pay check every week because there boss was a family freind. Cale is usually the one who went and got groceries. Shes also the one who cleans the house. She doesnt let me help since she enjoys cleaning on her own. I dont really mind. I did the cooking so its even with the housework. We just like to read and wright. I like to stay inside and she likes to ride her dirt bike.
I tried to ride her dirt bike once. It didnt work as well as i wanted it to.
But like always she was there to get me out of trubble.
So today was monday. Time for school. Now im what they call emo. I wear black and i have snake bites. Im weird. cale like to wear bright green and a pika chu hat. Her nose is pirced. She loves that thing.
So we started getting ready. Im in the bed room puting on my cloths....im slow. And shes fixing her hair. She has a flame thing going on in her hair. Its cool. She told me she died it like that but i dont beleve her. I finaly put on my black skinny jeans and a Attack on TiTan shirt on. My Bvb binne and my convers. My hair is blue and red. I just fixed it and put on my binne. After that we walked to school. The hell for all teens... its so creepy. And theres so many labes. Geek. Prep. Emo freak. Jock. All thouse good ones. I fill bad for the little kids comming into school. I was lied to when i went into kindergarden. I that we would grow flowers and there would be kids there. Yeah there was kids there but they were mean. I picked up a crayon and it was like Fuck you bro thats my crayon!!.... so yeah.
I know im older but cales like the stronges. *pushes on the schools front doors and nothing.* *cale opins it*
Ugh see. Stronger!!. Oh well. I will just run more.
we walked in and smelled the swety boys back from foot ball. We ran into the setting place. Our little group of friends we're there. There was Molly. Ameehra and Michael. I have liked Michael sece we met. We met in 4 grade. I called him my ho and I was his pimp.
