Life Without Living

Chapter 1: New bad boy

⇧⇧Ash ⇧⇧

Why Hi! I didn't see you guys there! So most wattpad readers just write one book right? Well I have 5! Ya ya anyways I distracted easy so five books with diffrent story lines so hopefully when I fall out of one I go to another. Well without futher wait here is Life Without Living.

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I looked in the mirror. My blonde hair was straitened and my icy blue eyes had black eyeliner and masqura around them so they popped out against my tan skin. I was wearing black skinnys,  black knee high boots and a black tank top that said "I know I'm badass, so stay away chico" I smiled at myself showing my perfect white teeth. I know what your thinking wait she's a badass, b-but her looks she should be queen bee! Well I was, for freshmen year, well half of freshman year', then Mr. QB cheated on me and I beat his sorry little ass. Next thing I know I got my neck tatto (cursive back words saying "Life is ment to hurt, might as well have fun doing it") my lip ring, and useing my rich doctor dad and laywar moms money to buy an expinse leather jacket and my baby, pride and joy, my motorcycle. People were scared of me and I liked it, no, LOVED it and still do. That summer I started street fighting, intill some pro fighter saw me fight and offerd me a contract. I accepted, its not like I did it for the money, I did it for the fame. At the end of freshmen year, jocks , wanna be bad boys, and my replacment in the popular squad said hi, mybe teased me. After the summer nobody even dared to look at me. They stayed away spreaded rumors abot me if they even dared cause the knew if I heard I'd beat them senseless. Some cheerleader made that mistake one time, let's say that trip to the hospitle was not fun for her.

  I checked the time. 7:30.  Might as well get there early, its my senior year and I kinda want to beat some clueless Freshman's face in and teach him the rules. I walk through the empty house and go to the kichen a grab me a monster. My pernts disowned me after the figured out I was fighting. They left me and this mansion of a house here in Cali and moved to florida. Now I can't stop fighting. Fighting gives me a lot of money though so I aford everything I put into this house. Mom qnd Dad pay for the eletice here since it is still there house. My IPhoneuzzes in my back pocket. Katey, one of the three people I've collected over the years from Bay High to be in my group, texed me. I rolled my eyes at her name