Hmmm. Which knife shall I choose? Maybe this one. Or this one. Hmm so many choices. So many people.
I may seem crazy to you but you try going through what I went through.
I used to be fun, crazy, loveable, and loud. But things happen and people change. This is a good change. I don't hurt innocent people. Only people who have hurt me and others. Plus, I haven't killed anyone.
I am simply letting them suffer.
"Alana come on! We will be late to the party!" Millie yelled.
"I'm coming!" I yelled. I picked up my pocket knife and stuffed it in my clutch.
I was wearing black skinny jeans and a low cut gold V-neck shirt with a simple black necklace. I had on gold wedges. I had red lipstick on, then mascara and eye liner. No eyeshadow. I'm not a barbie who needs ton of make-up. My long brown hair is in delicate curls that reach my lower back. My brown eyes are complimented with my shirt.
I grab my clutch and walk out. The most important things in my clutch. My best pocketknife, gloves, and of course, my red lipstick.
Lets say...someone has a surprise waiting for them.
(A/N yes this is very short but its something. I will be posting more and i have some different plans for this story now. Help me get more votes and likes. Love ya fawaffles!
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Why Me?
Roman pour AdolescentsI have finally cracked. I am not the sweet, crazy, loud girl I used to be. No. No more. I am done with all of it. I am done with people using me. Everyone who hurt me will pay. Everyone who used me will pay. This is not a threat. It i...
