(Use headphones, it's Snoop Dogg)
Here's a little fact about myself: I forget that I'm a girl 80% of the time. I act like a guy and I like girls.
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*September 1st, 2013
Tuesday 7:00*
I wake up to the sound of D-O double g or any other dank meme songs in the morning. I put on my Jurassic Park shirt, dark wash jeans, pizza socks, my blue Converse, and my blue hoodie. I do the whole hygiene thing (almost) everyone does. I look at the Playboy magazine I secretly took from dad's stash last week. He still hasn't noticed.
It's 8:15 and we leave for school.
We get there and Mara runs up to hug me. "Eeey, you're here!" She exclaims. "Of course I am. If I were sick or some shit, I would have Krystal tell you guys." I say in response. She lets go. "Are you busy on Friday? If not, wanna come over and have a sleepover with Amanda, Mara, and I?" Max asks. Mara and Max are fraternal twins. "I don't know. I'll find out today and tell you." I reply. We walk into the school and go to our lockers. There's a girl who has a locker next to mine. She has blonde shoulder length hair, a red and blue plad flannel, a red beanie, jeans, a black shirt, green shoes, and black glasses. I find her to be really pretty. I gather my things and put the rest in my locker.
*after school*
I let out a sigh. "Fuck, I forgot my combination." I say to myself quietly. "Need help?" The girl who owns the locker next to me. "Wait. I might not. I think I wrote it down." I rummage through my pockets. "Ah ha! I found it." I put it in. "Okay. Well, I'm Mary. Mary Jane. You?" She introduces herself. "Claire Shaw." I reply. "I gotta go." I throw my bag onto my shoulders. "Bye. See you tomorrow." She says. I hold up a peace sign with my fingers. I get outside and start walking home. I want to go the long way home.
I walk through an alleyway and some asshole attempts to use me as a fucking hostage. I use a maneuver to make him drop the fucking gun. I kick him in the shins and the balls. "Aye, what fuck?!" A guy asks. "This fucker was gonna use me as a God damn hostage!" I point at him- still on the ground wincing. "He didn't give us the money." The guy points a silencer at the man's head and pulls the trigger. He looks about 17 or 18. "Hey, who the fuck are you anyway?" A girl with green shoulder length hair asks. It's different shades of green. She has a black shirt with a 3 leaf clover. "I'm Claire." I reply. "You'd be perfect to work with us. Blade?" She asks the guy. "What, Clover?" Blade asks agitatedly. "Claire would be perfect to work with us."
"Yeah, the bitch can work with us." Blade says in response. I guess I have a job now. They start walking. "Come with us." Clover demands. "How old are you anyways, Claire?" A girl with dark pink hair with dark streaks. "I'm 11. I'm in the 6th grade." I tell her. "Holy shit. Well, I'm 14. So is Clover. Blade is 18, Jae is 16, Deran is 17, and Dara is 15. She's Blade's girlfriend. I'm Clover's." She says. "What about Jae and Deran?" I ask. "They're gay together." Iris answers. We arrive at an apartment. "Listen. I'll pay you $50 every Tuesday and Thursday. Always be here on those days at 6:30 pm. The earliest I'll let you leave is 11:30. Deal?" Blade asks. I agree on it. We smoke cannabis and shoot at cans and bottles.
I leave at 1:30.
I get home. Mom was waiting in the living room. "Claire, where the hell have you been?!" She asks. "I was with my new friends." I reply. "Why the fuck do you smell like cannabis? Were you smoking weed?!"
"Yeah! I was smoking weed, mom! It's not like it'll fucking kill me!" I snap at her. "You're not allowed to talk to me like that!" She barks. "You're swearing right now, you bitch!" I talk back. "You're father and I were worried about you!"
"The only reason dad wanted me back is because I'm a fucking punching bag for him! And you're just a whore to him!" I yell. "I had to stay home from work because of you!" She yells at me. "Well, fuck you!" I respond. "Go to your fucking room! You're grounded for 2 weeks!" I run upstairs.
Mara: red jeans, pink Floyd shirt, light choppy brown hair, and yellow converse
Max: messy hair dyed orange, police box hoodie, black sweatpants, and gray Nike's
Amanda: long bubblegum blue hair (she always curls her hair), Gir Doom Invader Zim shirt, bubblegum blue skinny jeans, and tie dye sneakers
