Angryteen Stories

just random bursts of me trying to art

A young girls fights to stay clean in a world where she's surrounded by sadness, anger, and darkness.

Alister Archibald Adams is a long and rather laughter prone name. However, this name belongs to a boy rather prone to cutting laughter short, and not in the nicest of ways either. Alister is a ball of infuriated teenage angst, and, rather idiotically, his (adoptive)parents decided to add another thing to the large pile of reasons he hated them. They were moving out of their cruddy house, so that they could live in an infuriatingly isolated small town in Oregon, called Rowan Ridge. Forcing him to leave his friends and all of the people he liked to torment behind so that they could live in an old, probably rat infested, cottage in the woods. Fair to say, he was elated. ... We moved to Rowan Ridge, Oregon, two weeks ago, apparently, my great grandmother passed in her sleep, so my adoptive family decided to move to the town where the roots of my family tree settled the deepest. My great-grandmother's house was left to her only living family, Me. Jane, my (adoptive) mother, is always trying to help and screwing up tremendously but this time I think that she may have outdone herself. There is something not right about this town. I don't know what it is, but I can feel it. The town's people they watch us like they know something we don't about ourselves. As though they can tell just by the way we look that we don't belong here. I think that there is something they are trying to hide from us, something about each and every one of them, something that makes them look at my (adoptive)family like they are hungry, or afraid. Something that makes everyone go silent when I walk into the classroom, even though I haven't done anything to deserve it, yet. Whatever that something is I'm going to find out, and you better bet your ass I'm not going to stop if they try to threaten me. The threat will just make things a little more interesting.

" Open up!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, banging the door next door like a lunatic, waiting for someone to come out. After six fůcking knocks, someone finally opened the door. A tired looking brunette lady waddled her way out, rubbing her eyes she glanced at me with worry. I almost felt bad. Just almost. " Is there a reason why you are banging on my door at this ungodly hour?" she half screamed at my face. I flinched at the scent of her breath. " Where's my bra?" I jumped onto her ,causing us to fall flat, doing the most infuriated expression I could ever muster. She stared at me as if I was mad , screaming bloody murder! ___________ Piper Harvey is the new girl, but isn't the new girl who people think should be for so many reasons. With her extremely high temper and inability to refrain from cursing like an old sailor, would she be able to handle the scum of the town which are high school students? And would she ever find out who the heck keeps stealing her bras?