Life of the Party

Chapter 1

Shawn's point of view:

Lots of people don't like me because I'm a "bad boy".

I don't understand why just cause I have a few tattoos and piercings, doesn't mean I'm a bad boy.

Lots of girls like me and let's just say I'm not a virgin. I haven't been since a few years ago.

My mother just died. I don't think she loved me but I loved her so very much, the reason I think she didn't loved me was because she used to abuse me.

She stopped a year ago, but she started drugs and she did drugs all the time.

A tear rolled down my cheek as I think of my mom.

"Honey, are you ok?" My grandma asks me.

"Yeah, just thinking of mom" I say wiping the tear away.

"Listen honey, she's gone but not officially gone. She's still in there." She says point to my heart.

I nod in agreement.

"Are you all packed up?" Grandma asks.

"Yeah, just these last few boxes." I answer.

I'm moving in with my grandma. She lives in Los Angeles, which means I have to move schools.

I'm only nice to the women of the family. Other than that I pretty much use the girls.

I help my grandma put the last boxes in the moving truck.

I get in my car to drive to my new home.

I start to think what it's gonna be like in California. Warm. is the first thing that pops in my head.

Girls. Teenage girls.

Is the second thing that pops up.

I haven't fell in love with a girl, nor have a actually dated a girl. I don't want to, this is my last year in High school so I have to spend time on my school work.

Yes, even a bad boy need to get into a good college.

I'll find the right girl after high school. I have to get my work done then maybe if I get lucky go to party's.

Before I know it I'm driving up my grandmas driveway.

Damn is this house fucking big.

It's three stories high, and my Grandma said it has four bathrooms, and six bedrooms.

Such a fucking big house for three people to live in.

(Sorry this is short . just wanted to update it.)