dangerous ✘ ed

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I walk to school everyday except for three days. Or the summer which I do nothing anyways.

sometimes I skip, sometimes I don't.

once upon a time, a girl didn't care

Shocker! That's me, Farrah hart.

just like usual, I get up and I get ready for lame old school. where we basically learn nothing.

except for maybe how to have kids or whatever, but most of us learned that from experience. not from a teacher or book.

i sit in the back of the classes per usual.
im not what you would call a 'good student' im bad in some ways.

i never show compassion for anyone except for my sister, ivanna. some people call me dangerous, but they call her 'long valleys it girl'

'why can't you be more like me Farrah?' she would huff. i told I don't care about being like her.

i drive my black bmw to school. i don't normally wear all black but I mean come on, i don't care.

i walk in with my torn out checkered black and white vans backpack slung loosely on my back.

i got a few whispers here and there but did I care? nope. never had since 8th grade and i still don't.

and then there they stood. the group of populars, my sister including. they stood in the middle of the hallway, talking. about what? i don't know.

"farrah!" someone yelled from the back of the class as I walked in. i softly smile.

"harlee" i say as i sit down beside her.

she was looking on her phone, mesmerized.

she had blond hair, brown eyes, big plump lips, a body anyone could die for. weird for her to have brown eyes? i just think that's what makes her more dangerous.

but of course, she get all the guys. they just look at me and send a quick prayer to god. i don't look bad or anything. i have been told that im gorgeous, its the way i dress sometimes i guess.

maybe then send a prayer for her, yunno for being my best friend.

we were known as the dark duo. obviously we don't self harm, cause that's not cool.

(True dat)

but we were known for wearing dark clothing and just being mysterious.

"there's a party tonight, you going?" harlee asked as she pushed her long hair behind her ears. still looking at her phone.

"maybe" that's my word. maybe. because maybe i will change. maybe not.

and as if my day couldn't get any better he walked in.  (Hear sarcasm)

"hi farrah" he sat beside me.
"what do you want ethan?"

"for you to not hate me."

"i don't have feelings and if i did, they would be towards ivanna, or harlee. not you"