I was in middle school at that time when I first met him. A 14-year-old boy with his friends was cornering a scrawny kid against the class noticeboard, calling him a loser. Before my mother died when I was 6, she told me to never run away and to stand up for what's right. We ran away once from my currently-in-jail-psychotic dad. I'm not going to run anymore. I thought as I marched up towards the commotion, adrenaline coursing through my veins.
Hi. My name is Lisa. Lisa Addison. The only person in the whole world who has ever survived elementary, middle school, avoiding mean girls, jerks, public humiliation and the worst, crushes. The last thing I need is a narcissistic jerk who has solely made it his main goal to make busybodies live a living hell. I'm 18 years old now, slime dripping down my hair and my clothes and said narcissistic jerk towering over me, wearing a well-practised smirk, calling me a loser for the nth year in a row.
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11 Reasons why I Hate You
RomanceLisa Anderson: An orphan at 6 years old. Your typical moody girl who wants nothing do with high school drama. But when she slaps the school's golden-boy quarterback in the face during lunch in the cafeteria with the whole school watching, her boring...
