Revenge is a dirty thing!

Revenge is a dirty thing!

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication dim., déc. 25, 2016
"I'm sorry, but calling you stupid would just be an insult to all stupid people," I said, smiling sweetly at him. He smirked widely, showing his perfectly straight teeth. "Is that your honest assessment or are you on drugs again?" He asked, cocking his head to one side."you want me, admit it" "I think you'r the one that's hallucinating now" I retorted. ******************* Taylor Evans was new at Lakeford High, her new school in Canada. In her old school she was the timid, shy girl everyone despised. But after a holiday to London, for a year to meet some family, Taylor completely changed into a confident, sporty and slightly Emo teen. When she got back to Canada, everyone in her family marvelled at her change. She was slowly climbing up the social charts in her new school, for her kind but badass ways, but one thing stood in her way from getting to the top. Chase Smith. The one and only, football captain, bad boy of the school.... basically everyones dream guy. Well, everyone except Taylor. Taylor hated him for his natural way of charming everyone and anything. So when Chase does something horrible to Taylor's younger sister, Taylor decides that, that is enough. THIS IS WHERE THE GAME BEGINS! Read at your own risk. ages 13 and onwards. Plz enjoy!
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** #2 in WATTYAWARDS** ** #24 in FUNNY!** **#3 in SHORT STORY** I whipped around to smell the scent of pine, cigarettes, and mint. Amused grey eyes shined, and dark, shaggy, brown hair filled my vision. His hands were in his low, dark jeans, and his muscled chest puffed out of his white t-shirt, and black leather jacket. His smirk made me tense up. "You." I glared. "Me." He smiled. The one person who could piss me off in a split second, the person who was the sole reason I am who I am today was leaning against one of the navy blue lockers. The atomic bomb just exploded in my life. And his name is Roman Quinn. DISCLAIMER: I wrote this when I was a good 12 years old. There are plot holes, spelling and grammar errors. However, this is the first thing I've ever written and somehow I am STILL proud of it and the grateful for anyone who laughed. (Even if it was just once). Viewer Discretion is Advised.

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