A/N I am so sorry for any grammar mistakes.
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Chapter 1
STORME P.O.V
Rejection.
The worst thing to ever experience, it's like my whole world tumbled down because of it. My family rejected me (except my mum), my friends rejected me and pretty much everyone I met rejected me. So here I am in a new country, new town, sitting on my blue Yamaha R1 moterbike, parked in the parking lot of my new school.
I take my helmet off and I hang it up on the handle and stand up, opening the hatch under my seat and taking out my bag. I turned around and, obviously, I thought I would blend in but I was wrong, I somehow managed to do the opposite. All of the people outside are staring at me like I just grew two heads. I raise an eyebrow and put on my signature smirk, and start to walk to the doors with my head held high. The only thing you can hear is my black knee high-heeled boots as I walk in. I finally reach the door and open it.
Everyone inside stops doing whatever they were doing and again start to stare at me and they start to whisper, too. I mean I was wearing my black leather jacket, a tight low cut tank top, my tight black denim jeans and as for make-up was black eye liner and rosy red lipstick and my dark brown naturally wavy hair was open, I didn't look like a cake face or a slut, so why were they staring?
I made my way to the principal's office. The lady at the desk that had giant boobs, it was like they were going to pop out of her super tight red dress that ended just under her butt cheeks...Yuck. I walk straight past her and to the door that said 'Principal Bennett Strickland', but before I open it I hear a lady shouting, I put my ear on the door so I can hear better.
".....NO YOU HAVE TO DO SOMETHING, I'M NOT LETTING MY SON ROAM AROUND HERE WITH A KILLER ON THE LOOSE!" I open the door and see him and some other student with his parents, having a 'chat'.
"Hi, I hate to bother your little talk but can I have my schedule?" I say, all of their heads turn my way. The mum gave me an evil look.
"Thank you, Mrs San Andre for coming, and Damien, stay seated while I walk your mum to the car park. Storme, have a seat I need to talk to you," Mr Strickland says. They exit the office, so I walk over to the second chair next to Damien and sit.
"My name's Damien, What yours?" He asks.
"Storme," I answer, without showing any emotion.
Damien has dark brown spiked-up hair, and blue bright eyes that you can spot from miles away, and light tanned skin, a perfect body structure. He was wearing a dark red hoodie, with a white shirt underneath, black jeans and Adidas shoes. I take out my phone and scroll down Instagram.
"So you're the one that my mum refers to as The Killer?" he asks in an amused voice.
"Yep," I say, popping the P, not paying attention.
"So you really killed your mum?" he asks.
"Yep," I say, again popping the P.
"Was there blood everywhere?" he asks.
"Yep," I say, and again, popping the P.
"You're lying right?" he says, finally I look up in his blue eyes.
"Nope," I say, popping the P. I stand up and get my bag, get my schedule and leave.
As I was walked in the hallway while reading my schedule I crash into a hard surface or should I say a hard chest. The bag that was on my shoulder is now on the floor and my pens and books are scattered everywhere.
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Bad Girls, Keep Secrets
Teen FictionWhat happens when Stome Hendrix comes face to face with reality. Would her drinking, smoking and clubbing life be finally over? Will she learn from her mistakes in that past that caused her to go to juvie? Will she finally realize that nothing good...
