A correctional academy meant to "fix" kids within the lgtbq+ community gets the most rebellious girl they could receive. As their efforts prove futile, they push down there opinions and "treatment" harder on her. Little do they know her midnight chats of rebellion have started to become more than late night musings...
A journal and overview of my life, through high school. Boy problems, school problems,family problems, and friend problems. Basically just a journal of me complaining about bitches, fuckboys, teachers, grades, and people in general.
A middle school girl who is just the odd one out, drama commences at Chesapeake Middle. Will she cope with it, or will suicide take its place?
Damn I fucking suck at descriptions.
Fuck suicide that's gay.
You know what's not,
THE POPULARS WHO SPRAY PERFUME AROUND THE ONE WHO IS ALLERGIC TO PERFUME.
no they're just straight bitches.
Me being a whiny ass bitch who likes to whine about irrelevant, frivolous (that's a vocab word) matters at hand. Anyone reading this will probably hate me and I do not fucking give a flying fuck. Yay life.
There she was, covered in fresh blood, sweat, black bruises, and most likely had broken bones, in nothing more than a ripped black dress that hung down to her knees, but that didn't stop her from holding up a heavy black gun to her wicked father's head, as she was crying fuckign harder than I'd seen anyone cry before.
"So are you asking me out or what?"I bluff. Cause honestly I really wanted him to
He smiles. "And what makes you say that?"
Damn he looked so hot in his Thrasher hoodie. One of my weaknesses? Guys that dress nice. Another one? Deep sexy voices. My hormones start to take control of my body as my 15 year old self starts to wonder what will happen if I push him to the wall and kiss him like there was no tomorrow.
"Hello? Earth to Samantha. Why the hell are you staring at me like that?" he smirks. " I mean I know a lot of girl's fall for me but I didn't know you were one of those slutty girls"
The hell did this dude say to me? And he has there nerve to call me Samantha, I hate it when people call me that uggh! Without knowing what I'm doing, I step forward and slap the shit out of that beautiful handsome face of his.
Shit.
Before I could run away he held my wrist and pulled me closer to him.
I try to jerk away but his grip is too tight.
"You messed with the wrong guy Samantha"
Then he just walks away!
Can someone please explain to me
what the hell just happened right now??