DELINQUENT- TO BE OR NOT TO BE?

DELINQUENT- TO BE OR NOT TO BE?

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So here I am, once again starting off my day by sitting amongst the lowlifes and degenerates of East land High school also commonly referred to as "land of the high" the meaning is literal amongst this crowd. Why am I here you ask well its kind of a funny story NOT!!! For the past sixteen years of my life, I had never once gotten into trouble by anyone including my parents partly due to the fact that unlike most teenagers my age I had NEVER drank a drop of alcohol, snuck out of my house, smoked ANYTHING, been tardy, gotten less than an A, or talked back to ANYONE! I was practically a GOD DAMN ANGEL!!! That is until my fall from grace three weeks ago when the schools golden boy Trevor Donavin spoke those five damning words to me "Can I borrow your pencil?" okay so not exactly damning... but those five simple words ignited a downward spiral of events that not even I could have predicted!
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"I'm not good for you, Scott." I say, my voice sounding louder than it did in my head. Scott rubs his face in exasperation and groans before turning to face me. "Sky, you are. You are and that's why I'm in love with you, because you're good and I hate it because I'm constantly afraid that you'll push me away like you did before, but I love it at the same time because you make me want to be good too, to give a shit about things. Christ, I quit smoking for you and it's been hard but I want to make you happy. Because you are good, and I know because you've been through so much crap and you are still so fucking beautiful, inside and out. If you leave me now I won't be able to cope, please. Please, Sky." At this point his hands are covering mine, kissing them with endless pleads and his eyes are glazed over and impassioned, burning with the fire of a thousand suns, boring into mine as he gives himself to me and I'm utterly overthrown. ******************************************************************* Boys. Make-ups. Break-ups. Parties. Drinking. School. Friends. Enemies. In other words, being 16-going-on-17. Sky Brodie is heading towards the end of Sophomore year in California, dragging along with her an endless bane of uncomfortable predicaments. What do you do when the world is trying to make your life unspeakably miserable? How do you work your way through a Mess?

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