I can really relate to Tara, I wrote this story basically showing parts of my day-to-day problems. I (in somes ways) is Tara. I will try to keep it like the original. Anyway I've been, personally, awaiting this update for a while-so lets get to it! {don't forget to vote and comment if you enjoy}
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Tara.
When people hear the name Tara, they think of pure silence, awkardness, and most of all worthlessness.
My social life (along with my heart and soul), is purely a large black abyss.
Love is an unknown word in my household, along with anything affectionate.
Along with the pain at home, school isn't too different. My highschool is basically a sterotypical highschool. Blue lockers, pissy teachers, and, of course, the biggest cliche
High school is high school and teens will be teens, but one thing I can't stand is Ashley Coutier. The most stuck-up, petty, and brain dead "humanoid" thing I've ever met. Then, of course, she has her minions. Sarah Tesch, Olivia Miller, and Eva Scott. They despise anyone who isn't made of plastic, that and everyone who doesn't have a last name.
I, of course, do not have a last name nor is made of plastic. All I do is attempt to ignore them. But they seem to have knack for hunting me down.
Though I hate her, I never planned on actually talking to her in real life.
But, I didn't plan to get an D on my math test either...
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The Saddest Life Ever *beta*
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