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Part two motherbitches

When Arabella Brown falls head over heels for her teacher she finds out some information that will change her life forever. Sexual Content/alcohol and drugs/depression. Trigger warning.

THE WRITING IN THIS BOOK IS TERRIBLE THIS SHIT ACC EMBARRASSES ME PLS READ MY OTHER SHIT ITS SOOOOO MUCH BETTER

My life had been a cycle of the same continuous, boring activities until suddenly tangled with a trio of mischievous misfits. I hadn't understood the real concepts of having fun as a teenager until Billie Joe and his two friends had strolled along. Before I knew it, after finding a cocky green eyed boy on the roof of the school and befriending him on accident, I'd been thrown through the loops of life I never thought I'd take. But I wouldn't change it. For the same three mischievous misfits had helped my life become something it hadn't been before. A real story. 23/03/20-12/06/20

Billie Joe has always been a trouble maker, but falling for the judge's daughter was something he didn't expect. Especially considering the fact that she also happened to be the preacher's daughter and he was the town fuck up.

When troubled student Mallory Valentine is caught by the eye of her new music teacher Mr Armstrong, her life becomes surprisingly and quickly messy. Taking on the challenge to teach her at a subject she is aimlessly failing at can seem so much more impossible when she simply doesn't care. "Y'know its your future that's going down the drain here, not mine." He smirked over at me. Tapping the end of his pen on the piece of paper covered in scrawly hand writing, which was an attempt at the task he given me earlier. "Then why are you trying so hard to teach me?" I smirked back, watching his slowly drop. "Because its my job," he stated bluntly, his smug facial expression long gone as his emotionless eyes dropped on to me. the bags under them definitely made him look like some sort of dead undead creature. "Well Mr Armstrong I'm sure my brilliance at this subject will come to me at some point." I Bitterly smiled snatching my sheet back from off his desk. He dreaded teaching me as much as I dreaded being in his class, but the tension between us was only starting to get fun. "Good things come to those who wait," "Oh yeah? Well I'm not the patient type Miss Valentine," "I've noticed and noted, as to why it'll take a while to come to me," "You're a nightmare to teach," "Not to sound too egotistical Mr Armstrong but I do believe I'm probably the funnest nightmare you'll ever experience," "Is a fun nightmare not a dream?" "Not at all. Nightmares are fun for the nightmare... not the one experiencing it," He sighed loudly as I watched him bite away a smirk. "Go sit down. stay still and pay the lesson some attention. And for the love of God be quiet."

Tré Cool is just a 17 year old who's very bullied at school for being gay. He may also have a small crush on his Bully... Billie Joe Armstrong's your average jock. A very punk one at that though.. Homophobic too. Him and his crew always bullied the shy, or "fag" kids at school. Tré Cool's his main target. But maybe he'll start to take an interest in the green haired boy. ~~~~~~~ This is beyond just the first Trillie story I've ever written. It's also the first ever fan fic too... so this stories gonna be shit.. Welp, enjoy! trigger warnings.. (S L O W A S S U P D A T E S)

Sometimes, there can be situations where home doesn't feel quite like home. Naturally, it's instinct to go searching for a place that gives you all the comfort and the warmth the walls you live in could never give. Sometimes, home can be a place that makes you feel valid. A place that makes you feel safe and secure. "Home" is any place that lets you forget the rest of the world is in flames, even if it's just for two minutes. But sometimes, your only option comes to leaving home. When my home wasn't home, and he was what it never could be. Does that make it easier to leave? Or will it drive me insane and force me to stay. And all times, there comes a part where you depart from home. But when it's a person who finds home in you too and not a place, do you still have to leave? - "Quit it!" I snapped Turning around, my eyes were boring into his. As he smirked. Still clicking his pen. "What's wrong?" He asked, his smirk getting bigger. "You clicking your pen you Nimrod!" "Nimrod?" He asked me laughing. "I haven't heard that in a while." He looked away. "Yeah whatever, just stop with that!" - Sometimes, love stories... don't always go right. -40,564 words-

A bunch of Green Day memes and pictures and whatnot... It just doesn't only have one picture on each part, like other stories... I don't know how I did over 100 parts...