"Your such a fuck up!, all you do is sit around. your not living your life Bre. Your just existing."
Maybe I just want to exist. Or maybe im to busy struggling to even get by.
I get out of bed and sit infront of my mirror
Im Breane Hall, Im Not special. Skinny, brown hair, blue eyes. Im basic. Born and Raised in Toronto. Cant wait to leave. I attend an all Girls school, Kill me now. and I live with my father.
David Hall, My father owner of Toronto's hottest club. And is never there when I need him. Dont get me wrong. I do love just being alone. I really do but sometimes Its nice to have someone to talk to.
My Mother, Laura Taylor lives in Pickering, about an hour away, with her husband Cory and Their daughter Sarah. My Half sister.
My Grandparents are really the only family members I respect but there love is fading from the amount of children my Uncle and New aunt are producing. Ha, and here I was thinking he was gay.
Your probably wondering if I have any friends given the quite depressing intro. Yes in fact I have friends. I would rather call them acquaintances by the lack of loyalty and trust and they have. The 3 friends I carried along with me from grade 8 remain my friends but showed there true colours. Natalie, she was my other half in grade eight. we were both bad news to the other kids. smoking, drinking, stealing. But we grew apart in the summer. But have gotten closer seeing that we have 3/4 classes together everyday. Rosie, At the begging of grade eight we were inseparable. That is until I realized everyone tried comparing me to her. She is one of those "Perfect" students and role models. Now im left with Claudia, We were never close giving the fact that she did take Natalie and Rosie from me but its all in the past.
*Beep Beep Beep* I shut my alarm off
I pull on my white polo and navy blue kilt. Slipping on black pantyhose and black keds.
God I hate uniform!
I go into the bathroom and brush my straight hair and add makeup.
*beep* my phone goes off
"hey wanna meet up and go to school together?"
No
"Hey Serena, sure meet you at 7 40"
Serena, annoying as hell
I put on my hat and jacket and step outside. I slip in my headphones. "This is gunna be a shit day" I say to myself walking down the street
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Everything I Could Never Tell you
Fanfiction"Three Years, Three Years Until you can leave and never look back. Until than, Your stuck in a black hole that seems to be hovering over hell" Bre has no Idea that this, This is just the start Bre is just a normal teenage girl who feels alone. But...
