Forget // m.c.

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        The closer I walked to the bus, the louder the yells and talking became. I always hated the bus, people always yelling and shoving at you.

       The bus just wasn't my happy place.

        As soon as i got on all the mostly all the yells directed towards me.

         "Hey fat ass, do you need two seats so you can sit down?" Funny thing is, you're the biggest kid in our grade.

           "Slut!" Um one question about that, I'm only in sixth grade and I'm a slut? 

          "Where's your boyfriends?"

       "Where did your mom get those clothes Goodwill?"

         "Hey are you sure you arn't a boy?

         Apparently if I don't wear gay bedazzled monkey shirts from Justice, I'm a boy and my clothes come from Goodwill.

     I tried my best to drown out the comments as i made my way to my seat in the back of the bus, constantly stepping over the feet trying to trip me. 

        I finally found my seat and instantly put my ear buds in trying to block out everyone.

        Eye of the needle by Sia filed my ears instead of yells and comments. I looked out my window and watched the houses go by until we reached Micheal's house.  The doors opened and a very pale, purple headed boy walked in. He wore black skinny jeans and a nirvana shirt.

     The same thing happens with Michael, if he doesn't wear preppy ass clothes from Holister he's automatically emo, different, and creepy. But I liked how Michael dressed, it was cool.

   Right when he sat down in the empty seat next to me he pulled out a Game Boy and started to play Pokemon. 

   Michael was really a boy version of me. We liked the same music, we both preferred plain white rice than rice mixed in with other foods, both agreed that Nickleback is the best thing that ever happened, and so on.

    Me and Michael got along together really well, that's why we are best friends.

     I looked out the window again and watched the snow covered buildings of New York whirl by, as we made our way to school,

    "Hey Michael?"  I asked turning my heads towards him.

     "Yeah?"   He responded without looking up from his game.

      "Can I come to your band practice again? My mom is home tonight." I didnt really have to explain more because Michael already knew about my mom. Almost every night my mom comes home from her job as a stripper nasty i know and and brings home another guy. Its really disgusting especially when my room is right by hers.

    "Yeah sure." He looked up at and smiled. 

    Suddenly the bus screeched to a stop as we pulled into the bus loop.

    I sat there mentally praying that today would be a good day.

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I know this might seem boring so far but after about maybe one more chapter of this age i will skip to like 16 or so and that's when shit goes down 

If you want to make a cover for this story that would be awesome, I want to make a new one but I'm trying to write this and im always traveling and yeah and maybe if you do make one i can make you a character in this story, boy or girl it doesn't matter

Thanks for reading my terrible story and yeah bye I love you all