Forced to be with the BadBoy

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You know what I wish I could have ? An Intro like Mean Girls. I mean like where Cady learns about the plastics. Like there is a montage of small clips about people saying stuff about Regina George.

But I am no plastic. God I would kill myself if I became the next Regina George. I am not full of myself, I personally care about my education, I want to get into an Ivy League school and my mom is defiantly not a 'cool' mom.

Oh .... And I'm also nice to everyone. I don't lash out at people, I don't cuss and I certainly don't use violence as a form of punishment.

You could call me the goodie two shoes I guess. Or as some people would say ... 'The good girl'. Ugh that just sounds so cliche.

But you wanna know the one thing I hate the most? The one word that everyone says about me that just makes my blood boil and make me want to punch the living hell out of them?

"Okay breath Summer"

Shit, did I just say that out loud to myself self.... Yup.

Okay the one word I hate the most is perfect.

Always said to me like 'Oh Summer you just have the perfect life. Perfect family. Perfect boyfriend, perfect house ...'

Let me get this straight .... Yah I could say I have the perfect boyfriend. His name is Dylan by the way.

He's rally sweet and kind to me. But the past month all he has been doing is pressuring me into having sex. Like I'm not doing 'it' just yet. I'm still a virgin. It's a big deal to me.

Okay I'm getting off track.

And yes I realize my parents have a lot if money and buy me a lot of things. But personally I don't like walking around and my clothes just scream money. I would rather dress low key. I still dress nice and all.I just don't like to flaunt the money that I have. My boyfriend on the other hand does ..... Ugh ...

People always tell me how perfect my life is and I hate it. They don't know my past. They don't know that my parents don't give a shit about me. All my parents tell me is not to make a fool out of my self so I don't damage to family name.

They treat me like I'm some scum bag who doesn't care about school and just wants to throw there life away.

These people who call me perfect don't know that I have never spent over an hour with my parents in the past six years of my life.

So all these people just need to shut the mother fudging up.

Okay I need to take a breath and continue packing.

Sunglasses

Sun screen

Cute summer dress

Perfect bath suit

And perfect arm candy

Check, check, check, check and check. God why does packing for the beach be so stressful sometimes. I mean I was literally looking for my bathing suit for a least an hour. Okay now I need my phone .... Phone .....

"Shit ... Where my fudging phone!" I yell at myself as I pack. I hear a knock at the door. "Come in" I say as I rummage through my purse, trying to find my phone.

"Summer, how many times have I told you not to swear. You should know better then that. Where are your manners for peat sakes."

"Ugh mom it was just one word. Have you seen my phone by the way? I don't remember where I put it and Dylan is about to pick me up."

My mother sighs at me as she walks towards my desk, removes a piece of paper and then hands me my phone.

"Oh thank the lord Jesus I was worried" I quickly grab my phone and stuff it into my bag. Along with all my other things for the beach before I rush to head out the door. I give my mom a quick kiss on the cheek.