Faith's POV
"Faith honey, time to get up." my mom whispered to me. WHYYYYY!!!!! Why do I have to go to school!?! I thought to myself. I pulled myself out of bed with a groan, mumbling a 'go away' to my mom. She finally left me to get dressed. I got out my black and purple, long sleeve, stripe Nightmare Before Christmas t-shirt and my black too-too skirt. I slipped them on and put on my purple leggings and black combat boots. I went over to my mirror putting on heavy black eyeliner and teasing my brown, red streaked hair. When I was done I ran down stairs, grabbed my back pack, my leather jacket, and an apple, and got into my moms car. "I still don't see why you dress like that, Faith. Your daddy would be so disappointed if he saw you." she told me, taking in my appearance. "Well, I'm not living with dad anymore, am I? It's called expressing myself, so whatever." I retorted. My parents had divorced two years ago, and a year later I started hanging out with a bunch of emo and goths, and soon became emo myself. Well, half emo. I dress like everyone else sometimes, but 8 out of 10 percent if the time I'm emo. We arrived at the school, and the first thought that came to my mind was Are you kidding me. Apparently they weren't. It was a small school, with all grades, 1-12, where in separate buildings, that add up to one big building. And almost EVERYONE was wearing Under Amour and Nike. So, this was the school I'm going to? Infested with jocks, and anyone who didn't play sports was labeled as an outcast? I prayed for there to be an empty table at lunch. This should be good.
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I finally found my locker, and taped on the front was a flyer. In bold font across the top where the words: Welcome To 7th Grade At Mt. Enterprise ISD!! What am I, 6? This is ridiculous!! I HATE IT HERE!!! Just as I thought that HE walks by. Ok, maybe I'll love it here.... --------------------------------------------- Hello my loyal readers! I'm really sorry it's been so long.....
I was grounded......
Cause I'm bad like that......
Tehehehehe
Love,
Z
P.S. I go by Z now. Call me Z my fluffy bunnies!!!!
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Red Boundary Lines
Teen FictionFaith has had it tuff. She loses her best friend, then moves away from the city. She now lives in a small southern town, where she is judged daily, for no reason it seems. Everything is falling apart, until she stumbles upon the mysterious emo boy n...
