Really Don't Care.

Really Don't Care.

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Really Don't Care Hey losers, I'm Katie. But call you can call me Kat. I mean, if you want to. I'm not gonna force you. I should probably tell you about myself. Let's see, I'm 16. I grew up in Georgia, but not the place with the accents and stuff. Nah man, I live in east cobb. If you've ever been there, you know that it's totally different from the test of Georgia. We're the kids with the iPhones and Mac books and and gucci and juicy or whatever it's called. I'm not your average girl. It sounds cliche, but it's true. I'm a die-hard tomboy. I'd MUCH rather be at six flags every day than go shopping. My best friends are Nick, Josh, and Matt. I do everything with them. They're my boys. Hmm, what else... Oh yeah. I absolutely DESPISE that bubble gum pop boyband One Direction. God, I can't stand them. Have a problem? Well, I really don't care.
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LOST LOVE

Hi. I'm Katerina. But all my friends call me Kat. I'm 20 years old. My parents are dead. I got adopted when I was eight. And when I was 16 I moved out. I liked the mother that adopted me but the dad was a drunk and when he was he was a abusive. I have a scar from when he struck me with his beer bottle. So me and my mom moved out and went to live on our own. Almost six months after we moved out she had a heart attack and died. So then I needed a place to stay, I couldn't pay my bills, buy food, or find a good paying job. And that's when I met Niall Horan. He's my boyfriend now. And then Niall let me move in with his family for awhile. I stayed in his sister Charlotte's room. Or at least it was his sisters room. She died in a car accident. So I had the room to myself. I met his friends Liam, Louis, Zayn, and Harry. Then all the boys and me decided to buy our own house. This story starts just after we got moved in. ***Needs MAJOR editing because I wrote this in like 8th grade***

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