About Truth

About Truth

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"Once upon a time there was a beautiful girl named - " Yeah...No. Look, in all honest truth, this is no Disney fairy-tale. It's not a story about the nerd and the jock. It has nothing to do with bad boys, ridiculously protective strangers, schools that don't care if students are skipping classes left, right and centre, oblivious parents that are willingly ignoring the fact that their underage children are getting hammered or high. This is not one of those stories that nearly every adult is acting like ignorant irresponsible teenagers, and the cops would let you get away with egging a house or slashing car tyres. No, this story is a painfully honest tale. There will be no sugar coating, no putting things completely out of proportion. No cliché geeky girls that never swear. No uptight popular 'alpha' males getting the losers to do their home-work. No cocky bad boys smoking and doing burn outs on the school basketball courts. No, there definitely won't be any of that junk. This is the painfully honest tale of real high school life told through the eyes of a real high school student. This is the truthful story about truth.
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"Why aren't you scared?" I whine and he laughs. "Come on, you wouldn't dare hurt me with that. It's too risky, and I can get out of this easily, babe." I can tell he's smirking and it's sickening. "Oh yeah? Try." I say confidently and in one swift motion, he has me on the floor. He's now straddling me with both my hands above me and the knife in his hands, pressed lightly against my throat. This turns me on... "I...I stand corrected." I wheeze in laughter, ignoring the massive pain in my head. "Now can you be a nice guy and turn off the music and help me with this pain please?" "That's all I was waiting for, Doll." He smirks and gets off of me, setting the knife on the counter. I roll over, groaning as I make my way to the living room to lay on the couch. Liam Forte and Jasmine Galvin. Opposite, but similar in many ways. The difference? He's a player. Every school has one, and Liam is the one. Moving in to her house shortly after summer has officially started, Jasmine has to deal with the boy who will leave a permanent mark on her life. Kinda immature, I'm no grown ass woman. SLOWLY EDITING. DON'T SHOOT! Follow up: DONE EDITING. YOU MAY DROP YOUR WEAPONS! Follow up to the follow up: NOT REALLY DONE EDITING, BUT KEEP THE FIRE DOWN! I'M WRITING THE SECOND BOOK (the better one, in my opinion) SO MY TIME IS ATE UP.

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