Jaz pov
My name is Jaz and I'm 14 as you all know. Well I'm very thick I think I get that from my mom I really don't know I never met her or my father. I currently live in a foster home I've been bouncing from home to home since I was 6 after my adoptive mother died. I turn 15 in two months and I cannot wait. Well that's enough about me.
"Get yo lazy ass up bitch." Is the first thing I heard this morning from my oh so lovely foster father. And yes you heard right foster father not mother. Before I could even open my eyes I'm being dragged out the bed and thrown on to the floor. "You sleeping like you do something around this got damn house. Get up and get ready for school." He said "yes sir" I said right before I got up and ran to the bathroom.
Once I got there I went and took a shower and got dressed in some white shorts, and a white crop top, with my weed socks, and my all white timberlands. After that I went and combed my long hair that stops in the middle of my back. I put my belly ring in and looked at my 5'2 frame in the mirror. "Damn you are on fine 14 year old" I heard my fd (short for foster dad) say. I looked at him and hurried out the room I picked up my pink Nike book bag and went to catch the bus. While I was walking I ran into this group of boys they kept trying to touch me and I kept telling them to leave me alone. Out of no where one of them punch me in my face and I started seeing double. I started to fall and I felt someone catch me "don't worry we'll take real good care of you" was the last thing I heard before I felt all there hands on me and kisses all over. After that I blocked out.
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Age Aint Nothing But A Number
Teen FictionJaz is 14 years old when she meets this boy Major. She intently falls in love but, the only problem is he is 18. Read to find out how she works through her problem.
