robberies

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whitley bay is the most boring place to live: no events, no cute boys, no fun.
everyone is so bland over here, here and then there's a few lads going down to the fish and chip store and a few teenagers taking pictures by st mary's island road.
my name is georgia hills- yet everyone calls me gee. i'm aged nineteen and probably the most normal girl you'd find in newcastle. my aesthetic is the least you'd expect when i'm at the club, grey washed out hair and freckles scattered  around my nose. i could get naughty if i wanted too, but not to the geordie extent.
my biggest wish is to find a boy that makes youtube videos- the cute ones, the football obsessed ones.
i had started a youtube channel but only gained around four subscribers because of my harsh, sarcastic attitude, well at least that's what i think.
i attend loughborough uni, one of the most amazing places ever! i love it.
didn't i tell you about my sarcasm?
actually, my favourite place is my late mam's coffee shop - the split bean. i always go every morning and every time i don't have a five fucking hour lecture. it always smells like my mam, a wispy scent of coffee and a touch of love. i sit and read the same book everyday, 13 minutes, it always grips me on to every page and i never want to let go.
i am not the only customer that goes there, there's plenty more from loughborough, as it is only a ten minute walk. there's the jocks, the hots, the nerds and the geeks. even if we're in uni now, and not in high school, the terms had stuck with us. many students, since year seven, are attending this uni, you don't have to be very clever to get in to it. only about thirty students got three a stars to get in to here.
one of them being me.

" hey gee! i'll get your hot choccie done in a bit," it was tasha, my mam's friend since reception. oh how i love this woman. she had dark skin and hazel eyes, which lit up whenever the rusty bell at the door went off. she's been my best friend and my second mam since cancer struck. "or you can have something else- i don't mind! you'd still get it for free!" panic raced through her voice and she ran around to find a coffee cup.
"haha, hot choccie will do," i replied, dragging out one of the pale seats to sit down in. i threw my worn out adidas bag over the chair and plopped down. "shit." i had forgot 13 minutes in my dorm room. how wonderful.
i scraped my seat back, sighing as i knew that i had read one of the heavily outdated newspapers that tasha had put in. no luck, everything was from the late 2010's. "tash,
save that for me in the microwave, i forgot something in my dorm room."
"of course honey, see you soon."
"love you."
"i love you more"

i hate loughborough. so much. even walking through a crowd of people, i hear people commenting on my ass. great or bad, i hate it .
'she's a shawty, will. didn't you smash her, last day of six form?'
'yeah, she's good. wait a second'
i felt a light tap on my shoulder, then on my back, and then a arm pulling me around to face them.
fantastic, william lenney, my ex boyfriend. the biggest prick in history.
"what the fuck do you want, will. actually i don't even care." i said through gritted teeth. i can't talk to body shamers and people who make fun of their personality. oh yeah, and a cheater.
"i just want to talk."

first chapter what's up lads.
lowercase intended

kesh