"MOLLY!!! GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED RIGHT NOW YOUNG LADY!!!!" My alarm clock (a.k.a my mom) yells. "Well, good morning to you too." I mutter as I'm getting out of bed. I check the time 6:30 a.m. Yayy. Note the sarcasm. I go to the bathroom and shower. Once I get out of my 5 min. shower, I grab my clothes (up above) and brush my black hair. I put on my black boots and go down stairs.
"Hello mother. What's for breakfast?" I ask. She looks at me with a raised eyebrow. "I don't always cook you know." She said. I smile slightly and roll my eyes. "Shit." I whisper. I realize I forgot phone upstairs. I jog up the stairs and grab it as well as my back pack, earbuds, and cigarettes. I stuff my cigarettes in my bag and go back downstairs.
I grab a granola bar, hug my mom, and walk out the door. I get in my 2018 Lamborghini Gallardo and speed to school. Once I get to school I grab my black leather jacket out of the back an slip it on. I climb out and wait for my best friend to show up. I look at the school and wonder why the hell I even show up here. I mean I barely ever show up to class and have a higher gpa than all of the fucking faculty combined, so why the fuck do I show up to this Hell Hole? I dunno. I hear a car pull omg up beside me and see my best friends car.
"Ugh!! Finally, I was getting bored as hell." I complain. "I know, I know. I had a reason, okay.". "Oh and what is that reason Tara?" I ask suspiciously. "Oh nothing, just the fact that there's rumored to be a new boy and he's hot and bad." She smirks. Right as she says that I hear a car pull up on the other side of my car. I look over and my eyes meet with dark gray eyes. This must be the new boy.
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Short chap ik ik but hey at least it's a chapter right? Anyways I will post soon I promise.
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AdventureHolly Samson is the Bad Girl at Westfeild High.She is the girl who skips class, smokes, and loves to party. She has built walls around herself because she doesn't want to get hurt again. She has the 2 Rs (Rich an Respect) so what do you mean again...