"Melody!" My mother yelled from the steps. "Its time to get up!" She wolk me up every morning. The same way. And I groaned with hatred. I slipped into the slippers on the side of the bed, my toes squishing against the plush fabric.
This is how I began everyday. A quick shower, blow drying my hair, picking out a sensible outfit for my day and driving my red Mercedes to school. So I like routine. I like going to school everyday. Doing my homework and practicing my violin. I like being valedictorian. Because there is nothing worse than being ordinary.
I clicked the final button on my long sleeved white blouse and tied my hair into a bun. I straightened out my knee length circle skirt and applied some chapstick. I grabbed an apple from the kitchen table and left for the day.
As I arrived at the school, my messenger bag at my side, my planner in my hand and my mind on my day; I walked inside the building, being was passed by a group of females. Particularly "thick" females. With butts bigger than my bag. And the promiscuous pigs, that we are so blessed to have here, were eating it up.
On my way inside, I passed a group of these pigs in particular. They were cheering and chanting at the girls. And it disgusted me.
They were all particularly pale, particularly tall and covered with heavy black ink and/or body jewelry. I am a firm believer that rings are meant for the ears and the fingers. They looked like sad excuses for the male population.
"Check out the legs on this one" I heard one say as I passed. I slightly glanced to my right to see who it was. And immediately wished I didn't.
He had spiked blue hair and a lip ring to match. He was wearing a Band t-shirt and his arms were covered in tattoos that I am sure had no actual meaning to them. "Why don't you plan out some time for my lap dance"
I scoffed lightly to myself and continued walking into the school. But of course they had to follow me.
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Bad Boy (A Jesse Kinch Story)
FanfictionHis name was Jesse Kinch. He was tall, he was wild. He was bad to the bone. He played rock music, I played my violin. He had tattoos, I had straight A's. We were polar opposites. Enemies from the start. He was a Bad Boy. And Bad Boys like Good Girl...
