Better Off Dead

Better Off Dead

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Reality sucks. I hate it. Depression sucks. It sucks even worst when you have to hide it. I have most symptoms of it. But, I haven't been diagnosed with it. My parents would tell me I'm attention seeking, or just say that "I'm fine." What is the definition of fine? In my case, I have to say that to everyone when they ask about me, so I can get the attention off of me. I hate attention with a burning passion. To my friends I'm loud and outgoing but that's just a facade. Its all an act, but it seems as no one notices it. They say I'm good at hiding emotions, but even when I show I'm emotions, they still dont do anything. *** Jessie Green. That's a name everyone sees as loud and annoying, but is just an insecure girl who hides her emotions. *** Blake Gray. Everyone knows him. He's an emo badass. But in reality he's a real softie. Just, no one took the time to realize it. *** Dear Oblivion Maybe I'm better off dead. From, Jessie Green. *** Maybe Blake will show her wrong. Who knows?
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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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