Wild Ones
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Last published Thu, Apr 30, 2020
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Adult Language
Adult Content
Alcohol
Drug Abuse
Gang affiliation
Depression
Anxiety
"Let's make this the best summer of our lives!" I say raising my shot of tequila to my 3 best friends.
"Let's do the damn thing!" They all shout as we lick the salt off the rim and clink our glasses together. We all take the shot of poison to start the night off right.
These are my girls, my ride or dies, my gang....my wild ones. I'd do anything for them. We're inseparable. We do everything together. We're not your average 21 year old prissy LA girls. We drink, fuck shit up for entertainment, vandalize shit on occasion, hang with bad boys. We're always there for one another. No matter what. We stand together. Always.
**All the events that take place are fiction. All characters, names and events are purely from my imagination. Thank you for reading! Enjoy!
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