5.
Everybody Wants To Rule The World
Nothing ever lasts forever
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Skye
"Skye, you are actually so pathetic. Did you really think I would really want to be friends with a freak like you, let alone date you?", Melissa says with a dry chuckle as tears roll down my cheeks.
"You're one big bitch, you know? Filling her up with drugs only to do that to her!", Billy yells with his arm around me, only making me cry harder.
"Yeah. It was easy business, really. She was so dumb that she trusted me when I literally gave her straight vodka in a Monster can! It's adorable really, even if tragic."
"You dirty bitch.", I spit.
"It's true though! But, I spose you shouldn't feel too bad, considering I'd also trust any random if I was slitting my wrists on the daily too."
Jesus Christ, where the fuck is Sam?!
"You're actually sick."
Melissa chuckles dryly. "Oh, really? I'm the sick one, not you two blood sisters?"
"Shut the fuck up, junkie.", I say hoarsely.
"Oh, I'm the junkie? Look at the state of you. You're so fucked up, it's unbelievable."
Billy's look of disgust turns into one of fear. "Skye, come on."
"Wh-" I then look down at Melissa's hands, noticing a small gun. "Billy, go!"
"Skye-"
"Just run!"
He reluctantly does so, and I look back towards Melissa.
"Go on. Shoot me. I don't give a shit anymore."
I see her hesitate for a moment, before she regains herself and points the gun towards me. I shut my eyes, prepared for years of suffering to end.
But just before I hear the ear piercing bang, I feel myself being pushed to the ground. I groan in pain before opening my eyes and looking around to see no sign of Melissa, but my soul leaves my body when I see Sam lying a few feet away, blood pouring out of the gaps between her fingers of the hand on her stomach.
I try screaming for help, but nothing comes out. I hear Billy in the distance, though, screaming.
"Skye! Skye! Get up, Skylarrrrrr, come ooooon!"-
"Skye, we'll be late, come on!" I feel his hand shaking my shoulder.
I gasp and my eyes open, like how every mother wakes up. I'm not in the yard behind the garage anymore, I'm back in my bed with Billy beside the bed, dressed in the disgusting CBS uniform he'll have to wear until the end of May next year.
"What?", I groan tiredly, then look at the clock on my wall. "My guy, it's half 7 in the morning."
"Yeah, it's our first day of school, come on!"
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Second Year
Teen Fiction{3rd book in the Adolescence series} 1 girl in college, another supposed to be in college. 1 girl in her last year of secondary school, a boy the same. 6 girls in second year, people that they hate the same. 10 people in a town filled with dirty...
