Story Time!

It's...Complicated

          "OH MY GOD, FOR THE LAST TIME, I DON'T LIKE HIM!!" A twelve year old girl stomped out of the school building. She was very short for her age (4'7" in fact) and had long black hair and glasses. She was very pretty, but, at the the moment, she looked like a hurricane hit her.

          "Oh c'mon! Everyone thinks so! Plus you two would look so cute together!" A girl teased. Her and a score of other girls have been teasing the shortie for the entire day.

          "No, we don't! I don't even know the guy! Can't you people just listen to me for once?" The shortie was getting red. Why can't these bitches  just get the message and fuck off?

          "Hey," the alpha girl said to the other girls around her, "did you hear? Jeremy said he would pay her $100 bucks if she went out with you-know-who!"

          "Wow, really? I would just date him for the money, then dump him the next day!" one of the girls said. At this, all the other girls laughed.

          The shortie couldn't take it anymore. She didn't know the guy, but he definitely did not deserve this. "Hey you stupid bitches, fuck off already!" ...whoops, there goes my new years resolution not to cuss anymore...since, shortie noticed she was getting pissed off, she stomped away and speed dialed 4. "Matthew, bring the car over, and make it snappy...please."

           A second later, a yellow-orange Ferrari smoothly drove to the curb. Shortie clambered into the front seat and the driver silently drove away, leaving a bunch of middle schoolers dumbstruck.

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          UGH. School only started a month ago, yet that was the fifth time people I didn't even know tried to set me up with random guys. As I stared out the window, I mentally took several deep breaths. I am Angelica of the Sunshine family, one of the richest in the area. I am a cool headed child mature beyond her age. I do not rampage around school. I do not cuss. I am Angelica of the...." I took more mental deep breaths and repeated the lines over and over again until I felt relatively stable. Of course, every single word of it was a lie, except for the first line; that much was true.

          Matthew, my personal chauffeur, kept glancing over at me with a concerned look. I decided to call someone, just to make it less akward. "Why didnt I talk to Matthew?" you might ask. Well, to sum it up, I socially fail. Not my fault okay?

          First, I called Maria, my personal tailor and best friend (speed dial 3), to ak her when my dad would be home today, as usual. She informed me that my dad was to be home around 3 o' clock if he was lucky. I sighed. Typical.

          Then I called Jonny, my family's awesome head-chef-in-training and my best-friend-I-can-always-talk-to (speed dial 5), to tell him to make a sandwich and chips to sent to my room. I think I'm going to vent my anger by typing up some of my stories or something.

             After Matthew parked into the driveway, I crawled out and walked sluggishly into the house and up the stairs. As I opened the door to my bedroom however, there was a guy with spiked up black hair and was currently looking through my storys at my desk. At one look I didnt like him. Why? Well obviously because one, he was better looking than me, and two, he was so friggen tall!Oh how I envy you tall people....

          Yes, most girls would scream and say something ridiculous like "EEEK! Stalker!" or "KYAAAAA! PERV" but i chose something much more civilized and normal:

          "HOLY SHIT, CAN  YOU BE MY FRIGGEN NINJA FROM CRESSENT IN CHAPTER 16 OF FRODDO'S LAIR????" And that was totally sensible, because Froddo's Lair was a book I typed up a while ago but never finished because I needed a ninja in chapter 16 that looked exactly like him! He could be my model...but i kinda wanted someone shorter...Oh well...

          "WTF are you talking about???" the strange ninja said. "Of course I'm not a ninja you idiot. How could you not know me? I," he paused dramaticly, " am Tony Mongrelle, one of the richest guys on the block. I'm your new roommate, shortie."

          My mouth hung open like a door a chubby cat broke. "Wait...WHAT?!?!"

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tadaa! so this is the first chapter, and plz giv me feedback! im kinda hesitant on this story, but hopefully it'll be worth it XD