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Not gonna lie, I was number 7 for a loooong time, now I'm number 2 & 6. Letting go and moving on is the best thing. 🙌🏾 _________________________
✨Omniscient✨
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"I heard she killed somebody. That's why she got sent down here."
"I heard it was because she got pregnant and was forced into an abortion."
"You can tell she has no home training. All those tattoos is so unattractive for a lady."
"She one of those chicks who think she all that. Just look at the way she walks. All that swishing."
"Yesterday I saw her leaving phat boyz tattoo shop with Dave. Ya know the guy whose a loner?"
"Are you serious? That nigga never talk to anybody."
"Yeah girl they was smiling and grinning in each other faces. Even left in his car together."
"My boyfriend was looking at her ass earlier. She don't even have ass to grab."
"I don't like her."
"You don't even know her."
"So. I don't like her."
The halls of Barrymore High School was lit with chatter and gossip about the new girl. Just her very presence seemed like a threat to their atmosphere. In a society where everyone tries so hard to be the same, the small percentage of rule breakers posed a threat to the cycle, making spectators uncomfortable because they didn't know how to react to change.
The students of Barrymore mostly consisted of teens going through an identity crisis, in which they're stuck in an environment where many different factors of their entire being are tested. Becoming rebellious and experimenting with sex, alcohol, and drugs, is a gateway to filling the void. Adolescence is a time of self discovery; trying to find yourself and who you are. But the only problem is, most didn't know the answer to that very question.
