As I walk down to the park where I'm fighting the girl from art. I walk down the road and people are staring my outfit. It's almost exactly the same as every other day. My black hair dead straight, bright green eyes with thick black eyeliner, band or dark tee, dark hoodie or jacket, skinny jeans - black or blue and black trainers or doc martins. I don't see what people think the problem is with how I dress and how i do my make up
I get there at 4 the time we agreed and she wasn't there so I waited ten minutes. As I'm standing there waiting two men come up behind me. I scream as one of them grab me and the other one starts to punch me. I hear a crack and a sudden pain shoots up my chest as I'm thrown to the ground. As my vision goes black I feel an intense pain in my stomach. I pass out. Left for dead.
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Age Is Just A Number
RomanceAmber 'loves' an older boy, Charles, he was only older by just under two year but they loved each other and only thing on the way was family...but when she is forced to break up with him she realizes the love meant nothing and as she is accepted int...
