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ew school. might as well start there. hey I'm Sarah but people call me slut. I mean I am one so might as well. why not be a slut, you have all the power to control guys with your boobs and booty. the only friend I have is a guy but I have known him forever so he knows what I'm really like.

I get up and put on a purple crop top that is a v-neck and black high wasted short shorts. With of course my black studded high heels. I curl my hair and apply makeup just mascara doe. I put on a elastic choker then leave.

"SARAH ANN! what the hell are you wearing?" my mom yells.

"SUCK MY DICK MOM!" I yell flipping her off then leaving. Whoops😏.

I arrive at school getting normal whistles and looks from guys. I wink at some and blow kisses. I see my guy best friend and walk up to him.

"hey kian." I say.

"ugh Sarah stop wearing that stuff." he says crossing his arms. he is like my older brother. I shake my head.

I look over and see one of the hot jocks starring at me biting his lip.

"excuse me kian." I said walking to the jock.

"come with be baby." I said grabbing his hand. we went to the closest closet and locked it. then I fucked him.✌️😏

it's called being a slut get used to it.

after that I left and went to biology. I'm actually really good in school but act stupid around the guys. we got our tests back and I got -0. one if the hot nerds asked how I did. I simply turned around and pulled down my shirt to wear it was almost off.

"not good babe I think I need a tutor." I smirked. you could see him sweating.i leaned in close to whisper in his ear. "you look like the person for that job." then I turned back around.

"class it may be just the middle of the year but we got a new student. meet jack gilinsky!" mr.potter said. he was hot defiantly hooking up with him. he looked at me and smiled.

"jack why don't you sit by Sarah Brookes." Mr.Potter said.

"ok." he said putting his books down next to me.

"hey baby." I said rubbing his shoulder. he looked at me and moved my hand to the table.

"hey." he said. I was shocked. no body ever turned me down. he gave me a big smile. I looked in his eyes and I couldn't look away.

"d-do you want to hang out later." I spilled out. what..I never do this.

"sure!" he said smiling. "movies?" he asked. I just nodded.

*after school*

I went home excited for hanging out with jack. I got dressed. I decided to look...different. I got a black NORMAL t-shirt with a maroon skater skirt and black combat boots. I put my hair in a bun and took off all my foundation. I just wore mascara.

Jack❤️- I'm here beautiful.

beautiful. nobody has ever called me that. I smiled and ran to his car. I hopped in and we drove to the movies.

"what movie are we seeing?" I asked.

"Annabelle." he said with a smirk. I hate scary movies!

"ugh I'm gonna cry." I said with a nervous laugh.

"I'm here for you." he said interlocking his fingers with mine.

we got our seats and enjoyed the movie.

*after movie*

I was clutching jacks arm scared for dear life. I kept looking around like I was going to get shot at.

jack thought all this was just funny. as we were walking out I saw the jock I hooked up with.

"hey Sarah." he smirked. jack wrapped his arm around me and kissed my forehead. my heart started to beat fast. too fast. tears came to my eyes and I ran. ran as fast as I could.

"SARAH!" I heard jack yell.

I ran home and opened the front door. there my dad stood over my mom. she looked lifeless. he looked at me with anger. he picked up a beer bottle and threw it at me. my leg was bleeding. I looked up and my dad came for my neck. it hurt so bad. he punched my eye and slapped me. he tried to rip off my shirt but I ran upstairs. I ran to my brothers room.

"TYLER!" I yelled crying. the door opened. he was stoned again. I ran to my room and locked the door. I heard a gun shot and screamed. I ran to my bed and cried into my pillow.

*next day*

I woke up remembering last night. I looked at my bruises and scars. I quickly cleaned up and changed into a big ivory sweatshirt and maroon jeans with my black combat boots. I wore a maroon scarf and left my hair strait and down. I tried my best to fix my black eye but it was no use. I will just keep my head down. I grabbed my bag. I slowly opened my door slowly in case my dad was still here. it seemed like he was not. I walked down the stairs slowly. I saw red boot prints going out the door. i ran to where my mom was last. a gun was on the floor an blood coming out of her head. the scene was so disturbing I just ran to school.crying.

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