Look out boys...Here I come [DISCONTINUED]

Look out boys...Here I come [DISCONTINUED]

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PARENT SCENE: It had been almost a year since I first arrived at this school. I hadn't seen my parents once and now all of a sudden I get a call from my mother telling me to meet her and my father at some fancy French restaurant I couldn't pronounce the name of...********** I got all 'dressed up'. And by that I mean I put on the little black sequin dress that hardly covered my ass my mother had sent me to wear. Yup, my mother is very responsible. Hear the sarcasm...********** I arrived at the restaurant to find my parents sitting at a table for four. "Honey!" My mom said in her fake I-care-about-you look. "Your hair looks amazing what did you do to it?" She asked. "I brushed it." I answered simply. I sat down in my seat. "So where is your 'boyfriend'?" My dad asked. I shrugged and looked at the door. "Here he comes now." I say as I spot him walking towards us. "Mom, dad. This is him." I say draping my arm around his shoulder. "Nice to meet you Mr and Mrs Hardly. My name is........" *************************** READ TO FIND OUT My name is Marley Hardly. But I prefer Hardly Marley. I am the daughter of one of the most richest CEO's in America. I am 'too rebellious' for my parents so they sent me to boarding school. Until I got kicked out, apparently you're not allowed to hit a teacher. Don't look at me like that, Bitch had it coming. How dare she give me an F on my history assignment. It said to do an article on the stone age, all I did was write about Ms. Hunt. God, you give one teacher a nosebleed and you get kicked out of school. Then my parents sent me to another, and another, and another, and another. Now I'm going to my final school to finish my last three years. Wish me luck. ____________________________________ Discontinued because the person who originally wrote It, using my account, is no longer with me.
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