Meeting Mr. Bad Boy

Meeting Mr. Bad Boy

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"Oh fuck!" I run back out the building and stop in front of my maroon Jeep Wrangler clicking the lock button on my keys. I turn back to run to the office to get my schedule when someone shouts out, "Hey! That's my spot! Move your damn car!" Hi! My names Brylee Quinn and I'm 16. I just moved to Santa Monica from Miami Florida. And so far I'm loving it! I've had to move a lot since I was born because my dad is in the army. It's really difficult, I miss him a ton, but I always am writing letters and calling when I can. My Mom misses him, but she doesn't really show it. My brother, Peter, does though. He's 18, finishing his last year of high school, and he's been acting out a lot. New girl every week, grades are going bad, and so on. The Only thing he really cares about right now is baseball. But I'm just rambling on now. So Come read "Meeting Mr. Bad Boy" to find out the rest.
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I'm not your regular high school student. I'm a girl who doesn't take shit from anyone. Who has light brown hair and bright green eyes. I wear what I want to and Not what other people want me to. I'm not popular. I wear jeans and a t-shirt everyday. Along with my skate shoes. Vans or converses. Most people take the bus or car I school. I ride my skateboard. I'm me. I don't even live with my real family. I live with my stepsister, stepmom, and adoptive dad. I've never heard or seen my parents. My real ones. My stepsister is a different story than me. She has everything she ever wanted. Friends, popularity, brand name cloths, a boyfriend. Her boyfriend. Man. He's the cutest, most popular guy in school. We're Not friends at all. he doesn't even notice me, even though he's at our house all the time. Either fighting or making out with my stepsister. Will he ever notice me?

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