NOTE:----------------------> This is a lesbian story.
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I stare out of the truck window putting my elbow on the door and my chin in my palm. I stare at the endless green trees we pass by. I rest my head on the window watching not only the trees but cars moving by. Yep, my dad, older sister, younger sister, and I are moving from Oregon to California. I’m 16 years old, and I told my sister to drive my truck because I wasn’t in the mood to drive. I’m still upset that my dad took his CEO position in California. I don’t care if he’ll make more money. He already makes enough of it as it is. My mom isn’t with us, because she’s in the army.
It was about a year ago whenever she left to fight in the war. She’ll still write us letters to let us know she’s okay and she loves us.
I look over at my sister staring at her. She looks a lot like me. She has the same brunette hair, blue eyes only mine are lighter and skin complexion, which is a tan. She wanted to go to a college in California anyways, so she’s excited we’ll be closer to her. She glances at me and smiles. I sigh and turn my head back towards the window staring out of it.
“Don’t be such a grump Addie.” She says. My name is really Addison, but I’m called Addie for short.
“Don’t be such a whore Bryann.” I say in a mean tone. Her name isn’t pronounced Brian like a guy’s name. It’s pronounced BREE-ANN, it’s spelled differently though.
“I remember when I was a teenager. All those hormones raging.” She chuckles.
I roll my eyes. I can play this game too. “Yeah for you those hormones were used for sex.” I raise my eyebrow looking at her reaction.
She lets out a frustrated sigh. “Are you PMSing?”
“That’s a rude question. And to answer that rude question, no.”
“Cheer up loser. You got into a lot of fights at your old school. This could be a new start.”
I lean over and turn up the radio. She looks at me and then turns her attention to the road shaking her head. I look back out the window and start to see more opening land. I have to admit to what Bryann just said. I did get into a lot of fights with girls at my school. I was a straight A student though. In fact, I was #1 in class ranking by academics. But the girls I got into fights with made fun of my friends and I. Don’t mess with me or my friends. I always won the fight, but never started it. I wasn’t the type to grab and pull hair. I was the type to punch the shit out of someone. I never got expelled, because I didn’t start the fights, I only defended myself.
Usually, I’d use sports to let my frustration out. I also did a lot of boxing. This year I’m going to try to start over new.
“Are you going to do boxing?” My sister says turning down the radio.
I think she just read my mind. “Yes. Why?” I look at her curious.
“Just checkin’. Are you going to go in competitions?”
“I don’t know yet Bryann.” I say as I rub my forehead a little frustrated. I’m so stressed right now. “I might.” I move my hand and stare out the window.
Boxing is a lot of hard work. I’d rather not knock any girls out again. I feel bad hurting any girls. But they should know better if they’re boxing. It can get brutal. I enjoy the excitement that comes from boxing though. It’s easier to let frustration out.
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Tame Me
Teen FictionAddison "Addie" has spent some of her time getting in trouble. She is a very intelligent girl, but when it comes to messing with her, there's no turning back. Will any of the girls she meets along the way at her new school tame her? Will they calm h...