Re-written by xxFoxyGoesRawrxx
"What the fuck do you mean you're leaving again? You just got back! You're gonna leave me here for two fucking months while you go to Hawaii for a stupid work conference! This is bullshit!" I yelled at my mother as she stood in the kitchen, cutting some vegetables or something resembling them.
"It isn't the end of the world Lana." She sighed, running a hand through her short hair. "Look, I see how being on your own may be... Unsettling. But that's why I arranged with the family I'm going with to have their son stay with you. That way neither of you will be alone." She explained, her tone like she was talking to a child.
"I'm not a child mother. You do realise that, don't you?" I asked, sarcasm dripping from each word.
"Lana! You don't get a say in the matter. He's staying here and that's that. Anyway, he's friends with Adrien, so you should get along fine." She scolded, her tone this time stern. It was the tone of no return.
"What's his name? You can at least tell me that." I tried.
"It'll be a surprise! Now go get ready, you'll be late otherwise." Oh I could slap her. Running upstairs I get into the shower, not caring if I'm late. After I quickly blow dried my hair and got ready. I decided on full leg black leggings, a large purple sweater and my black ankle boots. For my makeup I apply some light foundation to help cover my freckles and some mascara, to make my eyes more noticeable. For my hair I decided to leave it down, curling the ends slightly. Grabbing my black bag, I run out of the house, skipping breakfast as usual. As I arrive at school the bell had already gone, so students were already in class. As I walk into my first class I see the teacher hadn't arrived yet so I rushed to my seat in the back, away from everyone. As the teacher walked in, a small ball of paper, about the size of a fist landed on my table. Opening it I saw a list of profanities all directed at me. Looking up I saw the popular group all snickering at the sight of me. "Whore" "Slut" "Ugly" "Horrible" "Talentless" "Ranga." I sigh and drown out the sounds of the class as I wait for the day to be over. As the bell sounds last period I make my way to my locker where all the popular kids were stood in a line all the way to my locker.
The first one is Aubrey. She's the queen of the popular kids and probably the fakest person you'll ever meet. Her platinum blonde hair has extensions sticking out every which way, she's covered in fake tan and her makeup looks like someone tried to paint her face in with crayon. But I suppose, she's thin and perky and the boys love it.
"So how long did it take you to come up with this little idea? Must've taken a while with all that peroxide and fake fan fucking up your brain." I ask sarcastically
"Ha ha. Keep moving skank." I keep walking to my locker everyone saying an insult, each the same from the note. "Whore" "Slut" "Ugly" "Horrible" "Talentless" When I reach my locker Ryan Cloon is the last person in line. He's Aubrey's boyfriend but he's always been rather nice to me. "Ranga." Ryan says sounding breathless, a weak smile on his face.
Oh no he didn't. I can take a lot of crap but that? That word just gets to me. An arm snakes around Ryan, blotches of fake tan rubbing onto his once white shirt. "Well done babe, I think that one was my favourite" Aubrey smiles, her makeup smudging. "Oh and Lana, please just kill yourself." I gave Ryan a sad smile as I walk to the exit, my vision clouding.
I raced home, to avoid Aubrey and her droids, her words replaying in my head over and over. 'please just kill yourself' Well Aubrey, maybe I will. I make it home to find that the new boy that would be staying wasn't here yet, so I ran into my bathroom, not caring to lock the door. I ripped open the cabinet doors and dig through my makeup bag. As I pulled out my hand held mirror I peeled the glass from its place and found my small razor hidden behind it. I decided this time to go all the way and slid it vertically down both of my pale arms, blood pouring out and onto the cold tiles. I fell with a thud and my vision began to blur as I heard an extremely familiar voice burst open the door and whisper in my ear; "You don't get to die, not today.
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The Bad Boy Saved Me
Fantasy'I could feel it. Every touch, every kiss, every moaned that he pressed against my body. I felt it. The harder he thrusted the more silent tears would run down beside my eyes' With the memories of Lana's haunting her every move, will one unexpected...
