Diaries of a Badass (A Princeton Mindless Behavior Love Story) [FINISHED]

Chapter 1

Janelle's POV

Dear Diary,

I'm here writing...again. I know I promised I won't come to you, but I can't you're just too addicting. You think I'm just a vulnerable little girl who can't control my emotions, but then again I can't/ Yes I admit it diary you're right, however there is a reason. The reason you ask...to unfold my anger, sadness, pain or whatever I'm feeling so I won't do anything stupid or reckless. But what if I do like the stupidity or my recklessness, would you stop me? Who am I kidding? You're just an object that I need to pacify my emotions. Safe to say that you're the one I need the most, or is it someone else? Maybe it's love? YEAH RIGHT. I already said FUCK LOVE! But why do I always end up running back to it? Is it because everywhere I go I see it. Is it because I can't stand the word? Or is it because I'm in pure jealousy of everyone that has it, but me? Diary I need you for these answers...HELP ME!

I close my journal for the night, leaving all my pain enveloped in that tiny little book. I unveiled my covers, jumping in to feel the comforting warmth of my bed. My teddy bear, Carmel, greeted me mentally; ready for me to snuggle with it, cry, or whatever I needed to get off my chest. You can kinda say my bear is my best friend, which is sad, but I don't give a damn. If I need or want something, it's up to me to get and I'm not gonna leave without a fight. Slowly I closed my eyes, leaving all my worries behind and letting me become unconscious momentarily until morning.

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP!

I reached out banging my alarm clock, trying to find the snooze button. Smiling to myself in victory, I attempted to get back to sleep, but that quickly changed when a person to my disturbance barged in.

"GET THE HELL UP JANELLE!", My step dad yelled.

I got up quickly, not even bothering to argue.

"Hurry up and get dressed! I ain't got time for your ass! I can't wait till you turn 18 and move out of this fucking house. One day you're gonna be a worthless slut that's living on the street and the only you're gonna make money is by being a street whore! I don't even know why you go to school!"

I fled to the bathroom quickly as possible trying my hardest not to cry. Quickly I brushed my teeth and showered. Then I went to get dressed, grabbed my backpack and quickly went through the door not even bothering to eat breakfast. I walked my journey to school with my classmates that walked also staring at me, not saying a word. They looked at me like they're scared of me or something. I know they talk about me behind my back, I used to care...but my new attitude is telling me that I don't give a fuck!

Finally made it to school...friendless. Yes I'm without a social life and I guess you can call me a social outcast if you want. But  I doubt it 'cuz I used to be the social butterfly until THAT day CHANGED me. I will never be the same since that day, forever scarred.

I entered the classroom sitting way in the back. The teacher never called on me or payed any attention on me either. Than God 'cuz I surely don't pay attention. Surprisingly, I get a solid B so woohoo for me I guess.

"We will be having a group project which I have chosen so NO you may noy ask to choose your own. If you ask to switch, it's an automatic F on your grade!" Mr. Clarkson announced.

The teacher was reading off random names. I wasn't really paying attention until he said "Janelle Cortez and Jacob Perez."

First thing that was on my mind was "Who the hell is that?" I searched around the room to see who it was, until a light skinned guy with a black curly afro approached my desk.

"Hi." Jacob said.

I didn't say anything back, instead I just nodded towards him. Yea, I know it may come off like I'm a total ass for it but I wasn't in the talking mood.

"So...do you know what we should do for our science project?" He asked.

"Nope. You figure it out and tell me later. I gotta go, I don't have time for this bullshit." I responded.

"But-"

Too late. I already walked out the door. The teacher just looked at me, not saying anything to to me knowing that I would give him a smartass remark. I may just skip school and go to my quiet place. After all, one day I will grow up to be a "slut" just like my step dad had said. I'm starting to believe it, even though I try so hard not to. Where is my diary when I need it the most?

Hi guys! Jazzii is here! This was my story originally from MissLit but I decided to just move all of my stories from MissLit to Wattpad. So Wattpad will be my new story home. Ummm for those of you who haven't read this story yet, I really hope you enjoy it and please ,please, please do not be afraid to comment or even follow me on twitter @iiBeJazzii or email me at iibejazzii@yahoo.com!  I am very  friendly & I will love to answer any questions that you guys have. Peace and Mindless Love- Jazzii ♥