My family thinks my friends are a bad influence. They aren't. I know that. They don't know about how k--a wants to kill the people at my last school who bullied me. K--h hugged me after I told her I might not go to the dame high school as her and told me I have friends here that love me. They don't know how M---n and R----l understand me and like me, joke with me. B---a and A----n always save a seat for me next to them ninth period study hall. My friends are the best people I've ever met. They aren't the most popular, and get bullied, but popularity doesn't really matter. What matters is I have friends. I have friends that love me. I'm not hanging out with those popular bitches. I love these guys. They're everything to me. I don't know what I'd do without.
YOU ARE READING
A Message To Society
RandomMy book of rants. From school, to LGBT, to equal rights in general. Enjoy ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ This is my first story, well, not really story, but anyway it's the first thing I've ever posted, so I'm really sorry if it's terrible...
