Starting over isn't always best thing. Especially when you're so familiar with a person or place you've known your whole life. At the end of my sophomore year of high school, my mom pretty much abandoned me and left me to fend for myself while she spent all of her time stuck up her boyfriend's ass. I was forced to go live with my dad in California. I left my girlfriend (I'm bisexual by the way) I left all of my friends I've known my whole life, I left my hometown in Florida, and everything else behind.
I wasn't happy at all. I mean who the fuck would want to leave their belongings and shit behind just because one of your parents fucked up UGH!
Anyways, I didn't think it would be the best thing in the whole world. I thought my life was ending but little did I know I would end up feeling the way I do now. Little did I know also, that my dad would barely be home either. My only parent and family member left in my life and he spends 99.9 percent of the time at work.
*1 year later*
"Becca! Hurry the fuck up we're gonna be late to the party!" Marcia yelled from downstairs. Marcia is my only best friend, or you could say the only one I claim as a best friend. "I'm almost ready! I can't find my black heels!" I yelled, knowing Marcia was growing more and more impatient by the second. I finished applying winged eyeliner, caked my eyelashes with mascara, and applied highlighter. I decided to wear a black crop top, white mini skirt, and black red bottom heels.
I found my heels, quickly put them on and grabbed my purse double checking that I had my phone, blunts, bud, lighter and everything else I needed.
"Ok let's go" I said once I reached the bottom step.
"Woah! You look hot as fuck Becca, are you tryna take me home tonight?" Marcia joked and I laughed.
"Only if you can handle this, Just kidding" I joked back, twirling my long sleek brown hair in one finger. I locked the house and got into her little BMW.
Just to make this clear I'm not "wealthy" but Marcia sure is. Her parents got her a fucking b&w and Louis Vuitton heels and a matching purse to go with it, for her 17th birthday. I fucking wish. Anyways we drove about 20 minutes before reaching our destination.
Our little friend group consisted of Elijah he's what you might call "hood" or at least that's what he acts like. Arms covered in tattoos.
Liam, he's the jock out of the group, all he does is party and play football.
Anthony oh Anthony, ooouuu he's my crush has been ever since I moved here to Malibu, he's covered from neck to toe in tattoos (tattoos turn me on ;)), we have alot in common, we're both funny, like to smoke weed and PARTYYY, he's definitely the bad boy of the group.
Marcia is the popular one of the group, MY BITCHH, my best friend, her and Liam are practically married but they don't date just fuck, ALOT.
Stephanie (Steph for short) she likes to spread rumors alot and gossips about every little thing, I don't really like her but we stay civil, she's got the biggest crush on Anthony, I'm jealous that she acts like Anthony wants her but in all reality we know that Anthony thinks she's disgusting. She's wannabe Marcia expect Marcia is way better.
We're all in our senior year of high school. Of course, we spend most of our time partying and getting high. But, we're all just living day by day. No of us know what's gonna happen after high school, and I don't think any of us really care at this point.
YOLO!!!
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Sucky short chapter I apologise.
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