Every story you read there's a girl. She's lonely. She's usually Nerdy, or misunderstood. Then there's the slut, bitch, cheerleader, jock, player, bad boy, goth person, another nerd, and some annoying out going person. Admit it, we have all heard it. Everyone listens to the same stories, just with different words, so how can I promise my story, my life, is different? I can't, but one thing is for sure, I learned at a young age, fairytales are just what they sound like, tales. Not reality. The world is full of hate and arrogance, we have no time for fairytales and love. I learned that there is no such thing as love. There aren't sparks when you touch someone, fireworks don't explode when you kiss, because I was never loved. My parents didn't love each other, no one really does. Love is fake, made up for us to want to live life. We have no time to find our "soul mate". Our lives are rushing past us, never stopping. We are too busy to find love, because we are on a time crunch. We have an expiration date. Sooner or later everyone leaves us, we leave. How would I know? Well, because I am Sarah White, and I was never loved. I was raised to believe that everyone was cruel. I observed everyone around me, how they acted, their mistakes, and realized there is no such thing as love. If love was real, would daddy love me? One thing is for sure though, I, Sarah White, am warning you, fairytales aren't real. (Previously The Seven Dwarves and Me)
I sit down on my bike looking around the school parking lot. Listening to music, I stand up begin to walk through the student-less parking lot.
Honestly, it's not like I meant to be late.
My music cut out causing me to hear a whistle. I stop in my tracks and pull my headphones down to my neck. Turning around, I seen a group of men with one guy who just smirked at me.
"You new here beautiful?" one of the guys asked.
"What do you think Einstein?" cocking my brow.
"Ohh. Challenging? I like." he says walking towards me, about two inches away.
"Really?" biting my lip, as he continued walking towards me.
He reaches out and grabs my hip, "Mmhmm," smiling down at me.
Swiftly, I grab his hand, turn him around, kick him right above the back of his knee, and pushes down so he's on his knees in front of me in a position of which I could brake his arm, "What a shame, 'cause personally, I don't like fuck boys with various STD'S." I look at all the men in the group who had their jaws dropped, all except for one, "Touch me one more time, and I'll brake your arm in two."
I stand and kick his back so he falls on the concert. "Anyone else?" they stare at me blankly. "Didn't think so." When fuck boy tries to get up, I take my foot and slam him back down. Looking back at the boys, I say, "Later boys." Then, I turn and leave.
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Truce Mane is a girl who recently moved to New York with her youngest niece and nephew along with her uncle Mike.
Truce went through many things as a child. She still went through them. Her mother blamed her for everything. She would get into Street fights. As in, she would fight in a dark alley with whoever she could.
Sounds bad, huh? Wrong.
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Dante Kings is the most feared gang leader across the world. While he does have his fuck and Chuck's, he's been looking for his princess. He vowed that when he found her, she'd be his and he would treat her like a queen.
When the spit fire moves to town and believes he's finally found her.
Has he?