I washed myself and do my ritual pose in front of the mirror, "THE POWT", cause 'I am literally the queen of this action' and always think that this is quite a weird thing I do every time I walk out of the washroom. I dunno. I guess I embrace my self for such a gift. So I walk out of the house at least 20 minutes later and see that the boy was away from his bike smoking and talking to someone calmly. He was standing by a tree with his back to me and the bike.
This where the I-am- a-pretty-smart-girl-myself part comes. So one thing the boy did wrong was he underestimated me and the other thing was he left his keys on it.
~I think you know whats about to happen~
I RAN OFF on a strangers bike. Well you see i was a girl in high school also called SPEED GROCER and well I had a bike. All the the girls thought I was a total punk but guess what, i didn't needed them( That's i didn't mention any of my friends back in the description if you had noticed). on my way to the great NYC.
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Teen FictionThe girl who keeps fighting on tells you how life frustrates you and how beautiful it can be at the same time.
