God it 's cold, i have no way of being warm, my car's dead and so is my phone. It's pitch black still and i'm downright terrified. It smells like something has died out here, but i can't see if something has because there's no fucking lights so i can't see jackshit at this point, i don't even know what the time is or what day it is, i still have no food and no water and no decent clothes to wear, my face is a mess (not like anything's changed there) and my skin is so oily that you could use my skin as a deep fryer almost.
I still have a fuck wad of paper and one sharpie, why i brought them with me i've no idea, but at the moment they're coming in handy, I dig the sharpie out from the depths of my bag and grab the paper while in the process, i write 'HELP ME. I'M STRANDED WITH NO WAY OF GETTING HOME' I get out of my car and try and make my way to the bonnet of my car, i think it was sunrise because there was light in the sky.
I have no energy left and i really need to sleep but i can't, i need to keep a look out for passing cars.
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Good Girls, Bad Guys.
Teen FictionMeet Talia Jenkins or TJ (either is fine), she's your classic good student. She gets straight A's in all subjects, i guess you could cladsify her as a nerd, with the three friends she'd managed to keep (that havent back stabbed her or ditched her fo...
