She Doesn't Care . (Being Edited)

Remembering . ; Chapter Fourteen .

Dedicated to the girl that made my book cover ,

Falalala

Thank you . <3

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First , I can honestly say I never expected to be writing this book right now . The past attempts I've made , I gave up on the second or third chapter . Lol .

But I'm at Chapter Fourteen , with two special chapters . I'm pretty damn fucking proud of myself . (;

Second ;

Okay . So I didn’t end up finishing my math exam . Hahah , I didn’t understand any of it .

 So I have to go back tomorrow , which sucks , because I already did my Fifth period exam , which is the exam that everyone else is taking tomorrow .

So I should be done today , but I’m not , because I’m dumb .

But anyway!

Considering it’s going to be the last day tomorrow , I’m partying .

You can’t blame me , geeze .

So I might not upload till like , Wednesday night , or Thursday . I’m sorry .

But my partying is more important than uploading really soon , considering this is my second upload today .

Thank you very much .

I’ll be enjoying my alcohol and ya’ll can enjoy whatever you like to do .

Mwahahah . (;

Here’s your chapter .

Maybe telling you a little about this town would help .

It was some small , pointless , cute and cozy little town . Everyone knew everybody since they were born, and they didn’t welcome all new comers with open arms .

Or maybe they did , but they never welcomed me .

Why would you welcome someone that looks like they don’t even care about themselves?

I don’t think I would .

And of course my Uncle’s wife was one of those stay at home mothers , living in the picture perfect crisp and clean white house , with the light blue window shutters , and little flowers all over the place . With the perfect children , that could do no wrong in her eyes .

Needless to say , she didn’t like me very much .

That fat fucking bitch .

Going on .

I remember my first day at their high school .

Yes their , it was never mine . Never .

The minute my brother’s car pulled in that high school , all eyes were on us .

It didn’t help that my brother had a ridiculously ghetto sound-system that bumped like crazy .

So all everyone could hear was the ‘ bump ‘ ‘ bump ‘ ‘ bump ‘ of the subs .

Everyone’s face was that of , well . Disbelief .

I didn’t fit in that town . And I knew it before I had even got there .

I remember my exact thought , looking at all those people that were staring at me .

What . The . Fuck .

There’s no way I’m going to make it here .

I remember everything about that day .

How I got out of the car , and everyone continued to gawk at me .

It was kind of awkward .

At least I took the time to take a shower that morning , but my eyes were probably red , and my clothes probably smelt like weed .

But who the fuck cared ? Not me .

I remember ignoring everyone and walking in the doors to that dreadful building .

I remember everything was clean , there was nothing on the floor , there was trash cans filled with trash , and recycling bins with bottles and papers in the correct places .

It was unheard of .

I remember everything about that day .

But I wish I could forget every single last detail about my short life in South Carolina .