The worst guys

The worst guys

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It's the first day of summer, Acacia May Brynne is moving out of her abusive fathers house in with her aunt in Florida. Nervous about her age and entering a new school at Senior year, Acacia tends to unintentionally hermit herself away. Completely out of left field, Acacia ends up playfully forced into her first real relationship with a friend, who tries desperately to understand her quirky ways and to help her through her mental illnesses. "You should get out of the house babe," her Aunt Elena said. "I know," Acacia agrees, "I just don't know where to start". "Try going to beach, many people are there. Just do your best, you can come home whenever." Acacia smiled, hugged her aunt and set out for the seaside. It didn't take long for her to feel uncomfortable. Timidly, she sat down as far away from everyone as possible but close enough to get a nice ocean spray as she lounged in the hot Florida climate. She dosed off, finally feeling comfortable. BAM. Her break of relaxation was cut short to a volleyball to the face. Her neck snapped back as her body toppled over to one side. "Oh, fuck" a distant voice said. "Dude, what the hell is wrong with you?" Another voice one spat "Shut up dude, you think I wanted to do that?" The boy responded as he ran to Acacia. "Hey babe, are you ok? I'm really sor- OH shit, you're bleeding" "Yea, yea I am." Acacia responded holding her nose, halfway covering her face. She went to turn to the boy and immediately dropped her face in embarrassment. "DUDE, HELP HER! STOP STARING" one of his friends called out. But before anyone could do anything, Acacia got up and walked away. "Babe, I'm so sorry, let me help" the young man called as he tried walking with her. "Just leave me alone, please" Acacia retorted with tears in her eyes.
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