That Southern boy

That Southern boy

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Hello. This my first story, y'all better not judge me or I'll tie ya up on a cactus. I'm guessing ya don't want that. I'll start writing either tomorrow or today. I have a life, if ya didn't know. Basically this is just a Test. To see if anyone likes my writing styles. Only one point of view, which is the Girl, Nicole's point of view. The Southern Boy is a guy named Ted. Born in Alabama and raised by his old man, no mother. He moved from Alabama to Florida, his old man got a better opportunity for a job. Now Ted runs a convenience store on his new schools' campus grounds. He is in highschool, and he is 16 years old. The Girl that is you in the story is Nicole. Born in California and raised by her mother and father, who are divorced. She traveled to Florida to get into the school where all the best teachers for her career choice are, which is becoming a lawyer. Now Nicole works in the convenience store with Ted as her boss. She is in highschool, and is 15 years old.
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-Blake- Rose stands not too far in front of the ring looking at me, her face is pale and my gut twists in ways it never has. She shouldn't be here, why the hell is she here? My hands drop to my side, the victorious feeling once flowing through me is replaced with one of dread. She saw me fighting. ------- -Rose- "Alright. Time for you to go." He says. I feel the pull on my arm as he tries to take me away but my feet feel like they are glued to the ground as I continue to look at Blake. He has a little smirk on his face as he looks over the crowd. A look so completely different than any of the ones I saw the other day. Then our eyes meet, and his smirk drops. He drops his hands that were just held high in victory and looks at me like he's seeing a ghost. The guard pulls harder on my arm and I go flying back into his chest. "Listen here, I don't want to manhandle you, so do as I fucking say. Move." He growls as he pushes me into the crowd of celebrating people. I do what he says and start walking towards the exit, but I look over my shoulder one last time before I'm too far in the crowd to see anything. Blake's hands are fisted by his side and his face is red with anger, his eyes are focused on the hands that are on me pushing me away from him. ----- I am the original owner of this book, please do not copy. Strong language and themes of abuse, mental illness and violence. I don't own any of the pictures used in this story. #1 in alone 11/23/21 #1 in strong 11/30/21 #2 in boxing 4/19/22 #1 in goodgirl 5/8/22 #1 in fighting 5/19/22

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