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Chapter 6

Today I woke up surprisingly happy. I threw on a random sweater and a pair of denim jeans. I put my makeup on, today I was going with natural. I did my hair in a messy ponytail.

I grabbed my backpack and headed downstairs.

My dad was having breakfast while reading his newspaper. Me and dad have always been pretty close. “good morning” I said with a smile.

“good morning sweetheart” he replied.

“how’s school?” he asked, while I was making myself some cereal.

“its good, its all good”

I walked to school, it wasn’t bad. Sport is an important factor of life. And im so fat I need to get in shape.

When I arrived in school my princesses weren’t in our usual spot. It was very unusual of them since we met there every day. I headed to my locker, my first class starts in 5 minutes.

When I went to my math class, mia sia and pia were already there. They waved at me and I waved back.

When I headed to the cafeteria in lunch time, Christopher was leaning against the doorframe. I tried to ignore him and walk in but he put his leg in my way and I tripped.

I fell straight on my face. Everyone in the cafeteria laughed at me, some guys were whistling and telling Christopher that he did a “good job”.

I stood up and walked over where he was standing, laughing his ass off.

This needed to stop.

“listen there Christopher or Christipheen or whatever the hell your name is!” I said pointing my finger at him.

“this stops right here and right now! Whatever it is going on in your little brain, needs to stop. You wont be pushing me around anymore or boss me around.” I said, and walked out of there without giving him the chance to respond.

I was furious, he crossed the line. I throw my books into my locker and started walking him.

I was walking home and having a mental fight in my head between my heart and brain when a I felt someone following me. I turned around to see a familiar motorcycle. He turned his motorcycle so that he was right infront of me.

“what the hell do you want?” I asked.

“I want to explain” he said.

Explain? Too fucking late.

“c’mon” he handed me a helmet.

I took the helmet from him and put it over my head, he helped me with securing it. I climbed on the motorcycle behind him and held onto his waist tightly.

He driving on an unfamiliar road, and very fast. I felt scared, very scared.

“slow down please!” I said.

But he didn’t slow down, he kept going fast and I kept pleading him to slow down until there was a huge truck in front of us. And suddenly I was on the ground, everything went black.

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