Twisted

Twisted

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Romance
"She's not my type, no" "Nope not my type" "She's so not my type" "Fuck why can't she be my type" All this and more was running through my head, funny to think I was so obsessed with this girl when I should of been more worried about my rep. My parents were splitting up, my senior year has just started and I need to worry about college and getting ready for soccer season. Wish somebody would tell my brain that because the only thing I could focus on was her. 5ft something Skinny jeans Combat boots And every whitty comeback known to man That's only some of the things that attracted me to her. Channel Royce God even her name sounded sexy Trouble.. That's what she is though, but with everything going on maybe I need a little bit of that in my life maybe I need her.
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I'm not your regular high school student. I'm a girl who doesn't take shit from anyone. Who has light brown hair and bright green eyes. I wear what I want to and Not what other people want me to. I'm not popular. I wear jeans and a t-shirt everyday. Along with my skate shoes. Vans or converses. Most people take the bus or car I school. I ride my skateboard. I'm me. I don't even live with my real family. I live with my stepsister, stepmom, and adoptive dad. I've never heard or seen my parents. My real ones. My stepsister is a different story than me. She has everything she ever wanted. Friends, popularity, brand name cloths, a boyfriend. Her boyfriend. Man. He's the cutest, most popular guy in school. We're Not friends at all. he doesn't even notice me, even though he's at our house all the time. Either fighting or making out with my stepsister. Will he ever notice me?

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