Chapter 1

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Question? That's the number one word i think of when I'm at the counselors office. Boy, it's sickening like eating butter off a stick!

"Of course, there's nothing wrong with you! We-" I was tired of this shit, so I spat out: "Then why in the hell am I here?! Just for decoration?!"

The therapist needs more therapy than me, because I'm innocent. Didn't do anything wrong. I can't handle people like this! I hate every minute of it. I look around until a black book is held by my therapist. She's handing the book to me. "You need this..." My therapist stammers.

"Why?" I roll my eyes. "B-because, just to write your feelings down!" I slap the book. "Who do you think I am? A dork? Of course not! I'm not taking that thing!" I get up. "Wait!" I don't look back, because it would cause more mayhem. "What?..." I snapped.

"Decorate this, or do anything. I'm expecting an entry tomorrow!" My salty-ness took over this time. "Well, I'm expecting for you to leave my life forever, or go screw someone, but look where we are!" I hissed at the therapist. "I'm not gonna do it..."

The therapist's eyes burned into my eyes. "Yes. You. Are." "Go. Fuck. Off!" I yelled. She then kicked me out of the office. I was glad. I ran off before a smooth hand yanked my shoulder. "Ow! What the-" Bam! "Ow!" I yelled. It was the playboy, Marcos and his girl, Allison.

"You tryna do something?! Try it! I dare you!" I rolled my eyes and chuckled. "Aren't you supposed to be screwing your other side hoes by this time of day? And Allison, did you get that personality from McDonald's? You're not very salty if you tried, so go screw your Wednesday boyfriend or whatever." I spat out of my mouth.

That's the point where I ran off, and ran to my car. I drove off. God, this school can be so horrible. 'I'll come back later.'
I thought. Or maybe not. Probably should hang out with Violet. Or something, because things could get real. I don't like that, neither should you. "Stupid kids. When are they gonna learn to stop being each other's Romeo and Juliet and be as tuff as Bonnie and Clyde?!"

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 06, 2016 ⏰

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