Ch.2
On the bus ride home, i still listen to the music. I dont listen to all that girly shit, like Lana Del Rae, or Demi Lovato, but real music. Green Day, is real music. I have a cap on and my dirty blonde hair scrunches against my face. Someone taps my back and I turn around. It's the same bitch who grabbed my ass. I give him a glare, and he seems as threatened as a panther. He gives me the glare back and he is smiling. "This whore is smiling at me?!" I think but i dont leave my glance. He turns his head laughing and I say without thinking, "I won."
He nods his head. "Yea yea you did." I say in a raspy tone,
"Who are you."
"Just another street kid like you. Raised wrong, hated,"
"Who said i was raised wrong." I quickly answer. Unfourtunately, hes right. My dad was killed when i was 10, and my mom is in jail for killing him.
"Eh, ur in Starbucks alone with red tips in your hair and a slutty outfit. You look high and you are riding the bus home. You looked depressed so your not happy wherever you're going and you havent taken off your earphones since we started talking."
I sit there, full of shock. All of the things he said were true. All I can force out of my mouth is "Damn."
"Can i sit here?" He asks. I dont answer, but i schooch down. I take out my earphones.
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Music's Escape
Teen FictionA street teen named Ally barely gets by. She sells drugs in order to keep her house, in which she lives alone. Music is her only escape from her horrid reality. Soon she befriends Tanner, another teen like herself. Together they live the pain of the...
