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#1 imagine- Michael

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I walk into school wearing black ripped skinny jeans with converse and a random hoodie on, energy drink in hand to get me through this horrid day at hell or school as somewould say. You see I moved to Australia 4 months ago.Divorce. The thing that tears familys apart, thats what happend to my family. Now my dad lives in America running a small business. I never really got along with my mum and that hasnt changed but my older sister has always been my best friend. she was therefore me when I was bullied and just needed to cry back in america and ill always be there for her. Anyway back to my day at hell. walking through the school gates I ignore the constant stares from the cheerleaders who look me up and down in disgust. I walk straight towards my friends giving them all hugs when I get there. we talk about about what we did at the weekend and are upcoming exams in march when the dreade bell goes for first lesson. As I walk through the long winding corridors i daydream about sleeping with sirens before too long i see the the all too familiar door to maths but before I get there. BANG. I'm on the floor. I dont even care that someone made me fall over more the fact that my sacred drink is all over the floor. I get up and am about to shout at the person who made me fall and spill my drink. Before I can rant at this stupid person I get lost in emerald green eyes that belong to the player of the school. Michael Gordan Clifford. Now some say he is nice,kind,smart and thoughtful. then theres me. from my dictionary there is one word to explain Michael. Douchebag. Instead of having ago at him I walk away. Slightly bumping him on the shoulder along the way. I walk into maths. Late as usual. I dont get 2 meters into the room before my tecaher, Mr.Moon, is giving me a detention slip for tonight.ughh, i was going to got to the skateboard park. I hate Michael clifford. I hate Him.He is so frustrating. I sit at the back of the class staring out the window.Only 4 lessons left
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I sit down on my bike looking around the school parking lot. Listening to music, I stand up begin to walk through the student-less parking lot. Honestly, it's not like I meant to be late. My music cut out causing me to hear a whistle. I stop in my tracks and pull my headphones down to my neck. Turning around, I seen a group of men with one guy who just smirked at me. "You new here beautiful?" one of the guys asked. "What do you think Einstein?" cocking my brow. "Ohh. Challenging? I like." he says walking towards me, about two inches away. "Really?" biting my lip, as he continued walking towards me. He reaches out and grabs my hip, "Mmhmm," smiling down at me. Swiftly, I grab his hand, turn him around, kick him right above the back of his knee, and pushes down so he's on his knees in front of me in a position of which I could brake his arm, "What a shame, 'cause personally, I don't like fuck boys with various STD'S." I look at all the men in the group who had their jaws dropped, all except for one, "Touch me one more time, and I'll brake your arm in two." I stand and kick his back so he falls on the concert. "Anyone else?" they stare at me blankly. "Didn't think so." When fuck boy tries to get up, I take my foot and slam him back down. Looking back at the boys, I say, "Later boys." Then, I turn and leave. ~~~~ Truce Mane is a girl who recently moved to New York with her youngest niece and nephew along with her uncle Mike. Truce went through many things as a child. She still went through them. Her mother blamed her for everything. She would get into Street fights. As in, she would fight in a dark alley with whoever she could. Sounds bad, huh? Wrong. *** Dante Kings is the most feared gang leader across the world. While he does have his fuck and Chuck's, he's been looking for his princess. He vowed that when he found her, she'd be his and he would treat her like a queen. When the spit fire moves to town and believes he's finally found her. Has he?

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