*Authors Note*
Sorry i have been gone for so long. Lots of tests and projects.
Disclaimer:I don't own the rights to this song (obviously).
*Isabels Pov*
"Hey, wait up!,". Jayden trailed behind me. I turned around and came to a sudden stop.
"Look I know your pissed off, but I mean come on, Prom Queen would be huge for you,". I rolled my eyes. Maybe she just doesnt get it but Prom Queen....So stupid. That's not something I want. I am not prom queen material. I am emo shit, the girl that no one notices, and when she goes missing, people just think hey where's that girl I copy off of.
"Jay, I know this is something that may be your dream, but quite frankly it's not something I want, I want to graduate and go to college at UNLV. Prom Queen is the last thing I want. I'm going to request to drop out of the race. I don't want to do this!". I whirled around and raced to my classroom to grab my car keys. I could hear my best friend calling after me. God, this was suppossed to be a fun day. What with all the dramatic ass girls at my school I mean it makes sense. Nomination day is a day celebrated by those of us who had no hope. But that seems to all be changing.
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I threw my bag onto my bed and clicked my tv on. I began unbuttoning my shirt when I heard knocking on my door. I ran down my stairs taking them two at a time. I threw open my door in flash, expecting to see my mum, who probably forgot the keys....again. Instead I was greeted by a pizza man.
"Um..sorry sir, I didn't order any pizza,". This dude was giving me the creeps. He looked to be a older man, late 40's with that pedifile look going on. He had this aura around him that gave you chills up and down the your back. He glanced at the pizza again.
"Is your name Isabel Garcia?" I wasn't sure whether or not to lie.
"I..um..yes?" well...I was going to lie but I guess not. They say the eyes are the window to the soul. Well with this guy it was most definently true.
"And this is 21 Wishing Creeks Heights?" Shoot. What do I do?
"Who's asking?" Damn. What a persistent fucker.
"Well it says here that I am supposed to deliver a large pep pizza from a Mr.Astro? That name sound familiar to you?" Damnit Jackson.
"Um..yeah.. How much do I owe you?" I reached back in the house to grab my wallet, not breaking eyecontact with that guy. Hey I still don't trust this shit.
"Oh no it's already payed for. Enjoy!" He handed me the pizza and got in his car. I set the pizza down and looked at the receipt. On it was a message.
Send me a text, babe ;
What a thot!
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