Teen Ages

                 Teen Ages

               Copyright  © 2011 No Derivatives

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            This is only a prologue/preveiw of the novel! More coming soon !

   [Michaela's P.O.V ]

                      They say everyone has a book inside them. One line of a dialogue that rings true, reveals a characted in a way that pages of desscriptions can't. I beleive in those saying, because in side of me  theres a story. A story about my life. A story about why words hurt.

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                   Sometimes I felt written on and prejudged. It was like in order to get through my teen years, I had to become someone else that I wasn't and claim things I would've never sworn upon doing. Life was passing me by so fast before, but when I turned fifteen..it all changed. Life went slowly letting me suffer my teen years with words that hurt.

       "Michaela !," Mom shouted from the tip of the stairs.

I pulled my cover over my head. I was hoping this was a dream. I was hoping that it was summer again. Going back to school was a dream.

"Michaela!," Mom repeated.

I could hear her comming up the stairs.

"Oh this isn't going to be good," I say, rolling myself over on my bed.

Mom doesn't like being late, which means none of her kids can. My mom was the most over-protective, snobby, boring mother anyone could ask for.

"Cayla!," She knocked onto my door.

"Mom I'm up," I lie as I sweep my feet onto the floor, knocking my phone from my bed.

I bend over and get my phone, only to see I had a new text message. I never got texts, not since...

"Cayla, get out here now," Mom tried calming herself down.

"Mom I'm ready okay..," I say as I open the text message.

The text says.

       From: #Private

       Subject: Skank

FWD:fwd:fwd:fwd:fwd:fwd:fwd:fwd:fwd:     

MIchaela Johnson is a back stabbing whore and a two-faced skank !

I could say the message didn't hurt me, that it was okay, but it wasn't. You see, the last few months i've been living in hell. Forced to face the fact that being a teenager wasn't as cool as it seemed unless you were at the top of the food chain. I was scum, that's all I'd be from now and it all started one-summer ago......