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Piper's P.O.V.
Sighing, I raise my head as I walk out of the school gates. I hated this school, the people in it, and the fucking slob they called lunch.
I really wasn't in the mood for my mom's bitching either. She said she had someone who was coming over, which was probably another one of her one-night-stand's.
It's been two years since my dad's death. Even when he was still alive, the slutty bitch still was hooking up with guys.
Shaking away my thoughts, I lay down my skateboard and jump on, skating my way down the road.
Skating made me relaxed; made my mind relaxed. I had always loved the feeling of the wind blowing on the face and threw my hair, while it circled around my body.
I sigh as I spot my small, 2 story floor blue house. Hopping off my board, I pick it up and walk up the walk way, to the door.
As I was about to open the door, my bitch of a mother opened the door with a sick ass smile on her face.
Must be a special acation.
"Welcome home, honey!" My mum yelled cheerfully. You could clearly hear the plastic tone in her voice from a mile away.
She pulled me inside the house and smiled at me. She then glared, coming right into my face with gritted teeth.
"Now you listen here you little bitch. I have a nice, hot ass hunk of wood called a man in that kitchen." She hissed. She then plastered a fake smile on.
"We're engaged, and don't screw it up." Without even letting me reply, she dragged me by my arm and into the kitchen, where a man with dark brown hair, icy blue eyes, and a snazzy, light grey suit.
He smiled at me. "You must be Piper! I'm Jared, Jared Clark."
The guy held out his hand at me. I just stared at it blankly. There is no way in hell he's replacing my father.
No. Way. In. Hell.
Growling, I glared at him. "Yes, I'm Piper, the sperm of Satan himself. I'll have you know that you will NOT replace my dad!"
With that, I stomped out of the kitchen and upstairs.
Good damn day, sir!
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24 Hours In Hell
Teen Fiction2 years, 6 months, 3 weeks, 4 days, and 48 hours later, Piper Jones Andrew's life changes for the good, the better, and the worst. Let me lay out the details. 2 years, 6 months, 3 weeks, 4 days, and 48 hours ago, Piper's father had died. It was no o...
