Hey guys! So this is my first story ever, so please don't hate on it! I would really appreciate some pointers and tips!
Thanks!
Chapter 1
*Toni's POV*
"WHAT? NO! Mom! No!! what? That's so unfair! Why do you hate me so much!?!"
*pause*
Okay, so when you hear those words, you immediately think,
Uh oh, we got another stuck-up arse being banned from texting on her perfect pink-cased iPhone again, or is having the keys to her pink Lamborghini taken away BECAUSE she texted to much on that darn iPhone, right?
Yeah.
With me, though, it holds a totally different meaning.
*play*
"Toni! Don't you dare use that tone with me! I just don't want you to get hurt!"
"Mom," I gritted out "you don't understand! I need it to go to school! I wouldn't have any other transportation without it!" I pressed. Why couldn't she see this? God, why do you hate me so much? Put a damn brain in my moms head for just ten seconds!
"I could take you!"
I literally choked on my own spit.
"Toni! Are you okay? Toni? Talk to me, baby" she said, putting a hand on my hunched figure. Yeah, that'll help loads. Yep, instantly healed. Amazing. Thanks mom, love ya.
I heaved air inside my lungs, my hands on my knees, and looked up at her.
"You," cough. "did," heave. "NOT" ungodly sound. "just say that."
"I did, in fact just say that. I refuse to be right in the middle of a important case and get a call from the police saying you got obliterated by an on-coming vehicle on the way to school!"
I scoffed.
Moms, right? What the heck to they think this is, a freaking cliche story from wattpad?
Psh.
"Mom, The only thing that would be obliterated would be their bodies, via my fist. They wouldn't DARE crash into my baby! Logic, mother, logic" I said, shaking my head and clicking my tongue.
"Toni. Car. Now" She said, putting her hands on her hips. The thing with my mom, though, is if I consent to not getting my motorcycle back, she will probably spare me the embarrassment of her dropping me off, and she will PROBABLY let me walk.
See my logic here? This is what happens when you're born with a brain!
"Okay mom, I've made a decision. You're totally right. I could freaking get mutilated out there! I don't want my motorcycle anymore" I said reasonably.
"See? I told you! It is dangerous. I really dont want my daughter turned into dog kibble. Alrighty, Now lets go before your late for school!"
"Mom. I'm walking."
"What? Honey-"
"Goodbye mother!" I yelled, already out the door.
"Alright, try being nice-"
I closed the door just before she finished. Guess I gotta try to be good. Joy.
(Okay, if any of you have seen the first episode of Victorious, then you saw Trina yelling "goodbye" to that nerd working on that project w tori? Yeah? Okay. That's how I imagined that right there, just to clear things up for ya😄)
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my green eyed mate
Teen Fiction(Note: trust me, this is not some cliche werwolf story. Well, i don't know. I don't think so. But please bear with me. I need some pointers on my writing skills, so please leave comments on things I can do! Thanks!)