My Mallory

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Well, the sad truth is, I failed the test, people if you have a strong voice like mine, then it will be not be able to be lost, easily.

I screamed, drank lemon juice, ate salt, but nothing happened, today my voice is still as strong as ever.

The worst thing happened though, I lost one of my monologues. I was freaking out. It was horrible. Hopefully I get a forty out of a hundred. Hopefully, because Lord knows I don't deserve it.
I got so nervous while performing I ran out of the classroom. It was embarrassing.
When I was finally outside of the building, in a corner, I allowed the tears to pour freely out of my eyes. Can you imagine the painful embarrassment. The very thing that really pissed me off was the fact that when I get nervous my British accent reveals itself with full force. Don't ask me how I have a british accent since I was born, raised and live in Florida.

I can imagine what the teacher is thinking right now. ' What a silly child, thinking she could have done a great job', with his Italian accent.

"Hey, what are you doing out here?"said a deep velvety voice.
When I turned around I didn't except to see an attractive male standing over me. Because most of the time concerning people be balls ugly. He was standing there like it was an everyday thing, with his short jet black hair all over the place, you know, the messy kind. What astonishes me the most were his big exotic hazel eyes. And really sexy, thick, full pink lips, you know, the kind you wanna bite when you are kissing.
"Nothing just chilling", I half lied.
"You know you can't lie, right?, he asked with a smirk on.
"Come on, tell me what happened?"
" You are really bold you know", I told him while standing up.
"In this world, you have to be bold to get what you want", he said while leaning against the wall with his arms crossed tightly over his muscular chest.
"True, but I don't know you and you don't know me, so do me a favor and mind your business !" I responded remorlessly.
"You get lost and that's my special spot" he challenged me.

I turned around acting like I was looking for something .
"I don't see your name anywhere so go find something better to do than annoy the hell out of me."
"You know you'd look prettier without that ugly scowl and nasty ass attitude of yours", he said, then walk away.
Only if he knew that they were the only thing that were protecting me from even more heartaches.
When the final bell rang, I went back to my lockers to get my shit and walked home.

Both of my parents were at work, so I took a shower, called them and told them that I was going to the park. But can't nobody go to the park on an empty stomach, I made my way to the kitchen and ate the leftover lasagna, sorry Firlande but you gonna have to make yourself something else to eat.
I pulled some random orange pinkish shorts,I can only wear shorts when I'm going to the park or at home, ridiculous right. But I don't blame my parents, with a body like mine's, I'd have want to hide myself too, but I'm to narcissistic. I'm not skinny nor fat. I have muscles on me that makes me weight 170lbs, but people always think I'm 150 or something. I have a butt that girls out there are paying Benjamins for , it's not saggy nor fat, it's actually really high, hard, wide and long. I stand about 5 feet and 11inches and I'm only 17 and crazy. I bet you are wondering why I said crazy, well, when you are 17, you act like you have no common sense. And yes, I'm the exact opposite of average and basic.

I walked to the park, and pulled out my phone and started reading on Wattpad, I freaking love that app, but to bad there's a lot of shitty ass book up there, the three types of books that really ruins the app are the typical,' bad boy and the innocent that's getting raped by her father, the alpha that is mated with the mute abused mate and the fat short girl that was raped by her mom's boyfriends with the sexiest tall male, oh and don't forget the cheesy ass fan fictions.' What's going in those author's head, like wake the hell up and write the real shit.

I don't really care if people write those types of books, but make it less cliché. What really pisses me off is the fact that a girl 4'3in goes out with a 6'7 in guy, like really, that shit is quite confusing, how the hell do y'all kiss in public? It's really hard to find a good book nowadays. Sometimes, I wonder what if I was just a character from a book, thinking about it is really disturbing.

I was so into the app, that I didn't even notice the football that was coming my way, and in seconds, I was on the grass holding the side of my head. Whoever threw that ball was so dead.
"Hey are you okay?", asked a familiar voice while reaching for my hand to help me up
"Nah I'm just rubbing my back on the grass, like a freak, of course I'm not okay you twerp" I said while shooting the not so stranger's hand away.

When I got up, I was met with a pair of hazel orbs.
"God please give me the strength so I won't snatch his forehead off", I whispered while looking at the sky.

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