Good Girl With A Gun ♡COMPLETED♡

Chapter 1

Selena's P.O.V

I just didn't fit in. Nor did my looks, or my math books. I didn't give a fuck though. You win some, you lose some. Which is essentially my motto for life.

Every time I felt sad, I would write a few lyrics. Music has saved my life. I absolutely love it, like i'm in my own world. Where nothing stands in my way. No obstacle. Just a straight path.

Pfft, who am I kidding? It's like talking about a parallel universe i'm never going to meet unless Earth gets hit by an asteroid.

My name is Selena Marie Gomez. And yes, that first paragraph was an insight into my 'life'. I just want to wake up rich one day, which means waking up without hearing an alarm clock. Doesn't it?

And my hopes are pointing to the sky, the moon, hopefully to the sun and by then it will turn in to crispy bacon because of the heat but who cares?

Oh, and tomorrow is the start of the new year. Which means new classes... which I'm totally not bothered about.

*Ring Ring* Ugh it's my alarm. Wait 5 more minutes...

*Ring Ring Get the Fuck Up!* Two minutes, school can wait.

*Get the fuck up or else i'm gonna come up outta the screen and whoop your ass!* Argh! Okay, okay gosh, don't get your knickers in a twist!

And so I got up, and realized that I was late! What the? Wh-what do you mean? Is it too late to say sorry now?

*Incoming Text: Pia Mia 8:23am*
Girl where are you?
You missed the bus, and Hailey is here - I can't stand her!

I tied up my white vans, and put my head over my tartan shirt. I paired with some ripped jeans, and matched my outfit with some bangles.

I rushed out the door...