Never Ending Love
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- Chapitres 8
Terminé lun., avr. 13, 2015<5 mins
Caught my eye
My name is Lisa I'm medium sized brownish,blondish hair to my butt. I go to Westbrook high I'm single and on the market I would have a boyfriend but nobody ever talks to me but my bestfriend kameron. We have been best friends since first grade and she has been the only one there for me and I live alone cause my mom and dad died in a car accident eight years ago. I'm 17 now and life has been living hell cause bitches keep trying me cause they just haters being haters. School has been sumthin else I get in fights also everyday cause. I let them get to me I dnt know why thoe. Well I have to get ready for school I got up and did my routine I put on high waisted shorts and a black crop top I left my hair down since its curly . I have my own car its purple .So i left and when I got to school and went to my locker some chick walked up to me and ask why was I such a bitch. I said that's not what your man said last night she punched me and I kneed her in her stomach and she cough
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