Some people say I'm bad I'm not saying I agree with them,I just don't like rules. I was walking down the high school hall, all the boys were looking at me. I guess you could say I'm popular but guys only like me for my looks. I have brown hair, brown eyes and I am 5'6. The bell rang fuck, wait what am I saying I don't care if I get in trouble, eh whatever. I go to my locker and get my backpack, I'm gonna skip. When I get outside I role up a blunt and smoke it. People were looking at me but honestly I don't care because I can do whatever I want. I walked to my house and nobody was home, so I layed down on my bed and scrolled through twitter. I was on there for about 10 minutes stalking people until I got a text. It was my best friend Cameron "hey I saw you leave school wanna hang out?" I thought about it "sure why not meet me at the skate park in 20". I went into my walk in closet, people say my family is rich but my mom is a lawyer so she has a lot of money, I don't have a dad, well I do but he died a few months ago. I grabbed a plain white shirt and acid washed high waisted shorts. I looked at myself in the Mirror, you could see my black bra but who cares I'm just going to skate. I grabbed my black longboard and left.
