This is my life...
"Yea, this is your life," I whispered the words softly, so that no one else could hear me. They would think I was nuts, and who knows, maybe I am. At this point, I don't care. Things have to change. I am so tired of how my life is going. On most days, my life can be broken into the three parts: before school, school, and after school. The words 'social life' make me laugh. There's only one person that even comes close to falling into that category.
Nick.
The thought makes me laugh.
Nick's my best friend. Actually...my only friend. He's not your typical seventeen-year-old male. Most guys our age are nothing more than self-masturbating monuments to mental illness: the word 'narcissistic' is spot on. Nick's not like that at all. In fact, he's so unlike the rest of the guys that go to our school, I've actually forgotten that he doesn't have to sit down to pee.
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Life as a Painted Girl
General FictionNorah is a seventeen year girl growing up in the big city. Lately she has started wanting more from life. She's tired of being average, tired of following all the rules. More than anything, she wants to be like her Mother: popular, loved, unafraid...
