HEYA HOMIES. REMEMBER HOW IN THAT RANDOM THING I TITLED 'KILL ME' I WAS ALL DEPRESSED.
That still stands... I was so proud of that chapter...
BUT BOY OH BOY DO I HAVE A DEAL FOR YOU
Listen here, If you wanna check out my GOOD OL LIFE AND SUCH WHICH IS.. the least to say boring as hell... THEN GO TO THE ACCOUNT ----> Admin_Little
I will be writing about, well basically my favorite ol' class Creative Writing. I am almost positive that I mentioned this somewhere else. The last chapter... authors note... thingy.
BUT YES IT WILL BE RAD THE BOOK IS CALLED CLICHE
I would really appreciate it if you guys checked it out for me
DING NIGGA PROMOTION TIME
There is a girl in my Creative Writing class I met. "But admin you hate people"
true.
But I can stand other creative people. She actually has an account on Wattpad! Now you guys know good and well I would never send you guys on a quest of reading if it wasn't good.
Her name is Bailey, Her story is only a few chapters so far but dayum my niggas you guys would think its rad. Also If you follow her and my new account I will draw you something... Idk request something. BUT U GOTTA BE FOLLOWIN BOTH THEM ACCOUNTS KAAAAAAAY?
Here you go
My basically personal life account!: Admin_Little
That girl Bailey's account: TheCreaturePageOkay, thanks for being so patient on my slow updating guys! Here is ur chappy
~Admin
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"You..." You looked up at her. You put a hand to your ear and looked at it. It was warm and red and sticky.
She smirked. "You think you're so tough...?" You laughed slightly, it threw her off. "That's sad."
You didn't hesitate to slap her right cheek, and almost immediately following, you grabbed the back of her skull and threw it down as you lifted your knee, letting the two collide forces. Damn, did it hurt your knee cap but it was sure as hell worth the reaction on her face.
Lets be honest, if this where some macho guy, you'd be screaming and running out of fear... and honestly if this where any other girl there's no way you could have pulled of such a rad move. But you refused to let Shyla Jackson get the better of you on your own property.
She gasped and pinched the bridge of her nose. "I think you broke my nose!"
"Darn." You answered. Your face had a creepy, yet satisfied smile. You weren't going to let her get the upper hand.
"Leave, Jackson... I don't have time for you." You turned around and began for your door, since you somehow made it to your driveway... yet you turned around and looked at her. Blood dripping down her hand and hitting the concrete. "If you ever throw perfectly good hot coffee on me again, there will be Hell to pay. Now get the hell off of my property."
Dayum you felt tough. You turned and entered your house. Not caring to look back. Though when you looked out your window- your cute, curious side took over. You where too proud of yourself. Oh (Name), you're too cute- You watched the whorish blonde stomping her way off of your drive way, holding her nose.
Good job, (Name).
----LETS DO THE TIMESKIP AGAAAAAAAAAAAAAIN (idk insert the music notes or whatever)----
You ran a towel through your wet hair. You showered since the three muskawhores tossed coffee all over you. You where still alone. So you thought. There was a knock at your bedroom door. "(Name)...? Are you home?"
It was Dave.
All you've been thinking about since you sent that blonde-rat on her way, only a few hours ago, was Dave and this mystery girl. She wouldn't go through all that trouble of showing up at your house to lie, would she...? She's awful, yes, but no teen these days would be active enough to get under someone's skin that much.
You where scared to open the door and face him. Would you punch him...? Would you cry..?
You sighed and opened the door anyway.
"You are home!" He excitedly hugged you, but instantly pulled away. "your hair is all wet..." He laughed as he looked at his shirt that now had a few wet blots on it.
You couldn't bring yourself to smile and pretend you're chill until figuring this out. So when Dave noticed this his smile faded. "Hey are... are you okay..?" His frown held up a sad face. "Dave..." you looked down slightly. "Please..." You looked up into the shades on his face that hid his eyes. "are you cheating on me with some girl...?"
He looked taken aback.
"Um..." Was all he said.
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AND THATS THE END OF THAT
Sorry the chapter was so short you guys :( I lost a lot of it and you know... YEH.
So please don't forget to check those accounts out!
Thanks guys. I will try and get the next chapter up faster.
~Admin
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