Annoyed with no Expressing
- LECTURAS 1,731
- Votos 40
- Partes 41
Continúa1h 26m
Última publicación mar, may 19, 2015
I always felt with my strict parents that I couldn't be my own person. In this world there are way too many stereotypes to name and put labels on. For example there are the girls with their high heels putting pressure and pain in their feet and the ten pounds of makeup making the lids of their eyes have the colors that they can show. These are the dramatic girls who make you wait the extra five minutes before washing your hands because they had to put even more expensive mascara on because they burned their hand with that curling iron on accident. The girls who had so much energy during the weekend from partying too much. I can't ever get past the snotty popular cliques thanks to my mom and dad's annoying rules that are pointless. No phones because they are stupid and addictive. Overalls and clothes that look like that were made out of grandma's old curtains because i can't wear an adorable outfit and can be be succeed at the same time even though I hardly bend the rules.
Todos los derechos reservados
#536
farm
Únete a la comunidad narrativa más grandeObtén recomendaciones personalizadas de historias, guarda tus favoritas en tu biblioteca, y comenta y vota para hacer crecer tu comunidad.
Quizás también te guste
Catastrophically Carla (Lesbian Story)
Ages 14+ (lesbian concepts and some profanity) This is not your everyday love story, okay? It's not a chick flick either. The events and themes within my pages have meaning, depth, truth-and most of all, reality. You are about to be taken on an adventure about a girl who's life is not like everybody else's. I look like a normal teen girl, I mean, I have hair and two eyes and two hands and feet like everybody else, but I couldn't feel more different. I have two moms, yes. Let's just get that out there before you start reading and close my diary like everyone in my life has shut me out of theirs. All I want is a normal life with normal friends who don't judge me because of my home situation. I don't even remember the last time I went on a sleepover or called somebody my age. I don't mean to be a downer, because it does get better. Life gets better. Struggles are only temporary, I know that now. And by my last words reach your eyes, I've come a long way, and have grown to see potential in myself. I'm sharing this with you because I want to make a difference. I know now that I'm not the only one in the world that feels alone. I've been there, done that, and there's more loneliness to come, but for now, I feel more prepared for it. I know how it feels to sit by yourself at lunch every day and how it feels to watch others go to prom with dates and feel like shit because you don't think you'd even have any friends to go with. Please ready my diary. I am much older now, and much more wiser, and I can't wait for you to realize the potential in yourself, too.Concluida
"Unique"
Everyone has something unique about themselves. It can be your hair, eyes, body, family, your name, or personality. Just know there's something unique about everyone and for me its 5 things out of that list. I have really long hair that stops mid thigh, and I also have a really fit body. I'm safe to say that I have a six pack, I also have a big butt and "other things". I don't find them so interesting but everyone else does. And then there's my eyes. My eyes are the one thing that stand out the most, my eyes are a light shade of red. And then there's my family, oh my wonderful 'family', sike nah. My 'family' is terrible. Apparently my birth parents gave me up when I was first born. Which led me to my adopted parents whom I hate. They did nothing but abuse me my whole 'childhood' . They called me all kinds of names but the worst of the two was my 'mother' she was a fucking idiot who got her fucking ass beat every fucking day so she took it out on me which caused her to get her ass beat 2 fucking times a day. However I no longer have to worry about them....... nahhh not no more.......... oh hahahaha lets just say they 'burned in a fire'...... But anyways back to being unique. So then we have personality I'm considered the bad girl at school and that's just because I don't take shit from no one and they know better, simple. Oh yeah and also I'm a street fighter. But anyways the whole point of this is to tell you that if your unique (which you are everyone is) embrace that shit. Oh yeah and hold up I forgot I maybe sorta am a little 'crazy'Concluida
The Girl I Used To Be
Book 1 of the "Used to Be" Series Scarlett Fisher: the school's resident mean girl. Beautiful, smart (but doesn't let people know), charismatic, confident (or at least that's what everyone thinks.) The truth is, she's scared, Scared that one day people will see past her smile and charm, and see the person she really is on the inside. Scared that someone will remember who she used to be. ~•~ Now I know I seem like a bitch, and your probably thinking I'm your stereotypical mean girl, but I wasn't always like this, back when high school first started. I had a best friend who I thought I would be friends with forever. I was shy and timid, and I was foolish enough to believe what people told me. Back then everyone knew me as Arora. After the incident I decided to stop going by my first name, I had also learned that being mean, and not taking anything form anyone was the only way to get people to treat you with respect. ~•~ Arora Fisher: the girl most people didn't notice until they needed help with homework, the girl who was voted most likely to disappear and no one would notice. The girl who her believed in the good in others, who wanted to just give people a chance, no matter how many red flags. The girl who was lost to tragedy. ~•~ "We'll be broken together." He try's to smile, but he can't manage it and I nod, knowing how much pain he feels. "We'll be broken together." I whisper, after that we sit there, in an empty silence, neither of us wanting to be the first one to speak again, because it feels off, like the sound of our own voices might somehow break our hearts more.Concluida
Sit Still, Look Pretty || COMPLETE (Book 1)
My hands instinctively move to his hair as I fall into a bliss of pleasure. His lips trail from my jaw to my shoulder, making my body burn and tingle. "Mmmm." I moan softly, pulling at his hair. He slowly lays back on the bed, taking me with him. "I like that sound." He smirks, making me blush. "Shut up." I whisper, making him chuckle. I lean down and take his lips in mine, cutting off his laugh. ************************************** Riley is a 15 year old girl who has had a tough life. Her mum hates her, her dad is dead, her ex is an abusive, egotistical dumbass and she is forced to work as a model with her ex's close friend. Her world is tipped upside down after arriving in NYC with her mother and sister for a photoshoot. This is where she meets Noah. Tall, dark and handsome, exactly what she needs to chase the monsters away. Except, what if he is one? And what if they are destined to be together? ♧♤♤♧♤♤♧♤♤♧♤♤♧♤♤♧♤♤♧♤♤♧♤♤♧♤♤♧ Started: 9th October 2017 Finished: 12th April 2018 In this book, there is mention of Anorexia, depression and sexual harassment. (Mature content - 17+)Concluida
The Bet
"How can you say that?!" I yell at him. "It's simple Korinna. You and I will never be friends again. And you can sit there all you want and pretend that I'm the one who broke up our friendship when in reality YOU were the one. So before you judge me and hate me for doing this to you, you better first take a long hard look in the mirror at what you have become and get it through your head. I don't and will NEVER love you!" He snaps back at me. "Fuck you, Arlan!" I slap him across the face before leaving the and slamming the door behind me. Korinna and Arlan used to be the best of friends since they were five years old. Then something happened during Freshman year that made him resent her and start becoming her bully. Now as Seniors, this will be their last year of ever having to see each other and Arlan is about to inherit his parents money that he is to receive when he not only turned eighteen. His brother came back home to make sure he is doing everything he is supposed to. There's just one problem that could ruin him being set for life. He made a bet with his best friend that he couldn't make Korinna to ever trust or like him ever again enough to sleep with her. Now he has to make sure he wins and that his brother doesn't find out. Korinna is curvy is gonna turn eighteen a couple of months before graduation and she can't wait because that way she can go away to college and leave behind her life here. Everyone knows that her father died when she was little and was now living with her alcoholic step mom that hates her guts and his blowing all the money that Korinna was supposed to be getting but hasn't. After an incident that happened years before, she has shut down and tries to keep to herself as she is bullied constantly. What happens when her ex best friend asks her out and suddenly starts taking interest in her more than as a friend? Will she trust him or see right through him and his player ways? © Copyright 2019 All Rights ReservedConcluida
The Street Fighter *Original Version*
BEWARE, this is the very bad version I wrote when I was 15 years old but I did rewrite it now that I'm 20 and I promise that one makes much more sense! New version is called At All Costs you can find it on my profile! What I see in the mirror is nothing special. I see a girl with dark brown almost black hair, with brown eyes that have been dull for years. I sigh and raise my shirt so I can see the bruises from my opponent last night. If you haven't guessed yet I am a street fighter and a good one at that. I fight in a place called The Underground where my manager Smith sets up my fights. Although I'm only 5'3, I still only fight with men. For me that means more money that I win. Did I mention I am undefeated at The Underground? No, well I am and almost everyone places their bets on me. Or should I say placed because me and my family are moving across the country to New York which means I have to find a new place to fight and make money. That was really my only problem with moving because I don't have any friends here, it's not like people haven't tried I just don't like getting to close to people. Although my family still doesn't know about my street fighting, we still are very close after what happened with my father. They left but I know they will come back and finish what they started and that's why I started street fighting. I need to be able to protect me and my family when they do come back. I'm not letting my family get hurt this time.Concluida
Ages 14+ (lesbian concepts and some profanity) This is not your everyday love story, okay? It's not a chick flick either. The events and themes within my pages have meaning, depth, truth-and most of all, reality. You are about to be taken on an adventure about a girl who's life is not like everybody else's. I look like a normal teen girl, I mean, I have hair and two eyes and two hands and feet like everybody else, but I couldn't feel more different. I have two moms, yes. Let's just get that out there before you start reading and close my diary like everyone in my life has shut me out of theirs. All I want is a normal life with normal friends who don't judge me because of my home situation. I don't even remember the last time I went on a sleepover or called somebody my age. I don't mean to be a downer, because it does get better. Life gets better. Struggles are only temporary, I know that now. And by my last words reach your eyes, I've come a long way, and have grown to see potential in myself. I'm sharing this with you because I want to make a difference. I know now that I'm not the only one in the world that feels alone. I've been there, done that, and there's more loneliness to come, but for now, I feel more prepared for it. I know how it feels to sit by yourself at lunch every day and how it feels to watch others go to prom with dates and feel like shit because you don't think you'd even have any friends to go with. Please ready my diary. I am much older now, and much more wiser, and I can't wait for you to realize the potential in yourself, too.
Más detallesPautas de Contenido