I moved from a small town in Georgia where everyone knew everyone, to a big town of New York. I was 17. I had started at a new school, I had a new life. I had forced my parents to move for that purpose.
Then I met someone. Steve Rowland. My boyfriend.
But he didn't really love me. Not the real me. The girl he loved was a city loving, swearing head of, and pure white girl. The real me? I would go for some bright pink sweatpants from Walmart and get to a museum and gave the time of me life.
The person he saw was a ripped jeans, make up living, white girl. If that's the girl he wants, I'll give it to him.
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"Hey Babe." He said. He wrapped his arm about my waist and dumped his unfinished homework in my locker. "Ditch school today?" He asked. We had a huge test today, but I was supposed to be that bad ass white girl.
"Yeah sure." I said. I dumped my finished homework in my locker and made my way after him.
"We'll go get Starbucks, your fav." He said. I actually could go for a pizza, but I didn't say anything. Not wanting to blow my cover.
"I got us IDs for the bar tonight." He said. I chocked on my drink.
"You were serious about that?" I asked.
"Yeah want to see how many guys my girl can line up." He said. I gulped. This was a little far. Even for me.
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His drunk lips were on mine. I couldn't believe we got gotten in here. At all. I closed my eyes and wished for it all to go away. I didn't like it any more. I didn't like him anymore. I wanted to go back to Georgia.
"We're done." I told Steve. He seemed confused for a moment. Even when he was drunk, he had realized what had happened.
"No wait."
"Good bye." I left him coldly without another word behind. I called my mom.
"We're going back to Georgia."
And that's exactly what we did.
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Author's Note
This used to be its own book, but having so many books in my works line was really getting on my nerves so I deleted it and I'm adding it here.
