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To everyone,  I look full of life. I look the same. Bleed the same. But definitely not feel the same.

His gaze was cold, his lips were chapped. I didn't know his name, but every girl liked him. Not me. His face kinda made me disgusted. He thinks he could get any girl and that's gross to me.

"Mia, right?" He spoke quietly, we were in the middle of a lesson and unlike him I cared about my future, people around here don't get scholarships unless they are a athlete. And that I am not anything near. "Mia?"

I looked at him, then looked back at the teacher. "Yes?"

"Hi." He chuckled.

"No." I spoke quietly.

"Mia! No talking!" Mr. Dean yelled.

"I'm not fucking talking, tell this dumb ass to stop talking to me!" The whole class got quiet and Mr. Dean's eyes widened. "I know where I have to go. Don't even say anything." I packed all my stuff up, then pointed to him. "This is all your fucking fault-"

"Out!" Mr. Dean yelled, again. All he does is yell.

I rolled my eyes and walked out. Usually I'd go to the detention room. But it's not happening. I'm not about it. I text my cousin Slim to come pick me up. He dropped out last year and can borrow my aunts car.

Slim: I am not picking you up again. Get the fuck to class. Stupid.

I rolled my eyes at the text.

Mia: Just fucking pick me up. Or I'm gonna walk home. And I need shit.

Slim: What do you need???

He's so stupid.

Mia: Pick me up and you'll find out.

Slim: Otw

I walked down the road from my shitty school so I wouldn't get caught. I always had Slim pick me up from the same spot. I pulled out my pack of cigarettes and lit one to ease my mind.

"Why are you always fucking smoking? You're gonna get cancer." Slim yelled as he pulled up. He pulled up with his friend. I've met him a few times. I never could remember his name though. Another wanna be rapper.

"Fuck you. Bitch boy." I said throwing my bag in the back seat. " take me to get bud."

"We got bud." He said looking at me, squinting his eyes.

"I don't want just bud." I rolled my eyes. "Just take me to Mikey's please."

"What are you trynna get, ma?" Wanna be rapper asked.

"Not your business." I said after hitting my cigarette again.

"You're too pretty to fuck around with that hard shit."  He winked.

"Thanks. But I don't need your opinion. I don't even know your name." I laughed.

"Colson. But I'm gonna be machine gun kelly once I get big."

"Nobody from here gets big, Colson."

Slim pulled up to Mikey's. "Im not going in."

I grabbed my wallet, got out of the car and headed for the front door. I turned around and Colson was following me.

I let him knock on the door. He was a good three years older than me and a good foot taller than me. I hated going to Mikey's alone, so I'm glad he's here.

"You again?" Mikey said before opening the door all the way, then noticing me. "Mama Mia, you came here to get some dick, again?"

"Again?" I laughed. "No baby, you wish." I said before slightly pushing him out of my way.