PAGE ONE OF MY DIARY
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I am so fucking mad right now. My dumbass parents are kicking me out and making me move all the way to FUCKING CALIFORNIA just because I came home drunk with my friends. It's not that big of a damn deal. I'm 17 and independent. If I can move to California from New York, I can have a little fun with my friends. It's my life and I'll live it how I want.
I slammed my notebook, closed it, and threw it across my room along with my pen. I didn't care where they went.
"Chop, chop bitch. Pack up so you can get your ugly ass out of our house."
"Shut the fuck up, Bill. You can obviously see I'm packing." Bill is my annoying ass stepdad. I used to have a dad. He was a fucking dickhead. He would abuse my mom while my brother and I hide in a corner, listening to everything that was happening in the other room.
FLASHBACK
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Dad walked in drunk with a big bottle of liquor, eyes bloodshot red and limping. "Where the fuck is that woman?" He said to himself. My mom stomped angrily down the stairs.
"I see you're back." She said. "Drinking, smoking, CHEATING!" She yelled. She turned around to look at the kitchen clock. "2:45? 2:45?! What the hell is wrong with you?!"
"Shut the fuck up bitch!" He said, pushing her into the table and walking up to his room.
"You're gonna get out of my fucking house!" She said crawling up the stairs with a knife. My brother and I heard a stab and a groan. I saw my mom dragging a garbage bag outside and throwing it in the dumpster.
"Jaden, our mom's a murder!" I exclaimed. I was a little pussy when I was a kid. "We have to stay away from her. Forever." We never talked to our mom ever since that day.
7 YEARS LATER
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I'm officially in California now. To be completely honest, I'm glad that I'm out of that crazy murder house. I let out a big sigh as I looked out of my bedroom window. It was still light out. I forgot about the time zone change. Knock knock. I quickly shut the blinds on my window. I didn't want to deal with people right now. I just sat there, hoping the person would go away. Knock knock. Fuck it. I went to answer the door. It was a boy with greenish, brown eyes and messy black hair.
"I'm fucking tired so make it quick." I sighed. The boy raised an eyebrow and cocked his head at me.
"Well?" I asked impatiently.
"Can you let me in first? I need to tell you something. He said. I moved out of the way for him to come in. He pulled me close to him, took off my hat, and ruffled my hair.
"What the hell are you doing?" I snapped, snatching my hat from his hand.
"You're so tiny!" He exclaimed like he'd never seen a small girl before.
"Yeah, but I can still beat your ass up." I said, rolling my eyes. We walked to the couch and sat down.
"Why do you curse so much? You're like 10. And where's your widdle mommy?" He cooed.
"I am 17, thank you very much. I said sarcastically. "And my mom is in New York."
"That's like 40 hours away. What are you doing here?" He asked.
"I got kicked out for being 'a terrible child'. What are you doing here?" I changed the subject.
"I grew up with my mom, brother, and sister but I moved."
"Cool." I said, not caring at all. He took my beanie and pulled it over my eyes.
"You're annoying." I say fixing my hat.
"I'm cute though." He smirked. I looked at him with a disgusted and annoyed face.
"What is your name anyway?" He asked.
"Jamie." I said.
"My name's Brennen." He says. I turned on the tv because I didn't want to hear his annoying babbling.
"I want to watch Star Wars." He pouted as he took the remote from me.
"Well I don't." I say, tackling him to get the remote. He gets up and starts running around the house with the remote.
"You play too much." I pant, gasping for air. "Just watch the damn movie for God's sake."
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10 minutes into the movie, and I can feel Brennen fiddling with my fingers.
"What are you doing?" I sighed.
"Your fingers are so tiny, you're so damn tiny!" He exclaimed.
"Yeah, I'm aware of that." I was really getting sick of Brennen.
After the movie, I turned to look at him. He was sleep. Fuck. I closed my eyes and fell asleep too. I just met the guy a couple of hours ago and now I'm already sleeping with him. But I was so freaking tired and I didn't care at this point. But he better not snore, drool, or touch me cause best believe he will wake up outside.
THE NEXT DAY
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I did not feel like going to school today. When I looked to my left, Brennen wasn't there. He must've went home. Good. I took a shower, blow dried my hair, brushed my teeth, and picked my outfit. I wore a red Polo shirt, black jeans, and my red and black Jordans. I forgot to eat breakfast. Meh. I threw my backpack over my shoulder and went outside to wait for the bus. Brennen was standing next to me.
"Hey, Tiny." He mocked.
"I have a name. But don't overuse it." I said. When the bus came, I got on and sat anywhere. Brennen plopped down next to me. I didn't care because I wanted to look out of the window to see what my new school looked like. He grabbed my chin and turned my head so I was facing him.
"Talk to me. I want to get to know you more." He said.
"What do you want to know?" I sighed. (The one who is asking the questions is Brennen)
"Favorite color?"
"Blue"
"Siblings?"
"One brother."
"Favorite celebrity?"
"Me."
"What?" He asked puzzled.
"Dude, can you take a joke? I was kidding."
"Oh. Sorry! Like I was supposed to know." He said, emphasizing the word 'sorry'. "But for real who is your favorite celebrity?" He asked, smirking.
"Jay Versace." I said.
"Seriously!" He pouted. "Not me?"
"You're famous?" I ask, wondering how this annoying dude am be "famous".
"Yeah." He said, showing me his YouTube channel. (this story is before he hit 1 mil) "I'm almost at 1 mil. Are you famous?" I showed him my Insta.
"Not really. I only have 10k fans." I shrugged. (I was kidding. I'm not spoiled)
"Cool." He said.
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When we got off the bus, I followed him into the building. He showed my my locker and my home room class. We are locker neighbors and we share the same home room. How ironic.
When we walked into the classroom, a cheery woman, who is our teacher greeted me to the class.
"Hello- uh, Jamie!" She says reading off of her clipboard. "Welcome to the school! You may take a seat next to Rihanna. (Not the singer Rihanna 😂)
"Sup." I say as I sit down next to Rihanna.
"Oh my god you're so pretty! I mean, uh sup." She says awkwardly.
"Haha thanks." I said, putting my books on my desk.
LUNCHTIME
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Finally it's lunchtime after what felt like a year of learning. I don't think I can take it anymore. It's my first day and I'm already tired. I walk up to the mid-long lunch line. I read the menu. French toast and bacon. What the fuck kind of lunch is that? I get my lunch and go to an empty table. Brennen was with his friends and I didn't feel like talking to people. The Rihanna girl that I sat next to sat across from me.
"Hi Jamie!" She seemed so peppy. I already hate it. "So I was wondering if you wanted to go to a party tonight at 8:00?" She asked. I am not a party person. After the incident with my friends, I didn't want my mom to find out that I was drinking at a party. Even if she did live 40 hours away.
"I'll think about it." I replied, even though I already knew my answer was no.
AFTER SCHOOL
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When I got home, I did my homework, put on a t-shirt and sweatpants, got some chips and watched 'The Rap Game'. I look outside my window. Man, it's already dark. I turn back to look at my show. I hear 3 loud knocks at my door. I answer it. It was Brennen. His eyes were red and his hair was even messier than what it usually was.
"What the hell happened to you?!" I asked. I kind of sounded like a mother.
"I'm- drunk." He said, falling into my arms. Damn he's heavy. I help him on the couch and I sit there awkwardly. This is ridiculous. I thought. I felt Brennen pull my closer to him.
"What the hell are you-" Before letting me finish my sentence, he crashes his lips into mine.
Sup peeps! I hope you guys liked my first chapter. If there is anything I need to improve on, tell me so I can fix it.
-StupidStoriez 😘
