My name is Brianna Adams. My friends call me Bri for short. I have bleach blonde hair, and my eyes are a greenish/grayish/brownish color, so pretty much hazel. I'm 5'5. I'm 16 and in the 10th grade. My life is way different then I thought it ever would be. I've got tons of friends. Well, I don't know if I actually have a lot, but I do have some true friends, best friends, just friends that are kind of just like acquaintinces, and friends that are like my family. I also have guys who are crushing on me.
The first guy actually asked me out one time, but I turned him down because I don't really like him. I felt really bad, though. He has red hair, brown eyes, he's 5'7, he is kind of buff, but not really. He is tough, though. His name is Oliver.
The second guy is cute, but not the kind of cute I like. I might like him a little, but not a lot. He has blonde hair, green eyes. He is 5'5, so about my height. Not really buff, but still tough.I don't think he likes me really, though. His name is Luke.
The third guy is like a nerd. Not really cute. I wouldn't say he was fat, so I'll go with chubby. He has brown hair, and brown eyes. He's 5'6. Not buff at all. Probably not stronge, either. I know he likes me because he told his friends and they told me. His name is Luis
The final guy is the guy I actually like. He has black hair, I think it was dyed. His eyes are kind of a dark blue, like electric blue. I don't how, but they are. He's 5'6. He's buff and really stronge. I know he likes me, because he flirts with me likes all the times.
My name is Brianna, my father left the house and now it's me and my ma now. She's been crying and crying, worst than she use to when my father use to beat her up, he used to beat me up and try to sexually abuse his own daughter. You can't say the world is always perfect because it's not, this world is basically f***ed up. Everything they see, they wanna go and try crap but you're basically ruining somebody's life, but when that person is so ignorant, they're too dumb to even realize that they're basically saving your life. You didn't want help but you needed it and it's not to say that you tried hard, you didn't do your best. You're basically blaming the other person for your wrongs and it was the best thing that you can ever have. That person threw you out the window and you can't say it wasn't for a good cause because everything happens for a reason. I'm basically talking about myself... My ma started drugs and started to be 'a sl**' (at least that what everybody calls her out on) , she kicked me out and I knew it was gonna happen sooner or later and I surprisingly left there with pride. I was out on the streets and I met the most f***ed up person that I've ever met in my life but the thing is that, I couldn't help but fall, hard. I don't know what the hell is love but it sure feels like it...
[Roc Royal Love Story]