I clench my Michael Kors purse a little closer to me. New school, new people, new everything. I really didnt care for it. I search my purse for my mac lip gloss. Place a tad bit on my lips and proceed, I was already over this expierence. Especially, this whole situation. The great divide is more like it. So, many stuck up and everyday High school stereotypes I was ready for this day to be over. And it was only 12:00. I roll my eyes at the cheerleaders, and ease my way past the jocks. I could care less, about anything at this point in life. School felt like jail, the food was nasty, the teachers sucked, and the people here just aren't for me. I pass several tables with people side eyeing me, snickering, and watever else. They know I didn't care, nor did I fit in or even give a damn if I did. My family was wealthy, my mom is an attorney, my dad is a producer. Truly, my net worth was amazing. But, honestly the people here didn't care about your money, clothes, status. It was all about the game, and how you played it. From what I seen this school is messsyyy af ! People low key messing with each other, and playing jokes. I haven't even been here 2 days and still know not to mess with anybody in this place, especially the boys they have female tendencies. What I mean by that running their mouths.
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Losing my Ground
Fiksi RemajaEst : 8.11 Shots were being fired and I couldn't find her. It was a joke we never thought through. "Please put the gun down PLEASE". Everything was happening so fast the room was spinning there was blood splattered all over the walls. I was too scar...
