Hi my name is Jazz or Jazzy I don't care thanks for read my story.
"Hey." yelled Bitch blond AKA Madison George.
"What Madison?" I sigh.
"My dad said that your mom left because she doesn't love you!" said Madison.
"No your wrong she loved me!" I said.
"If she loved you why would she leave you?!" Madison said.
"Oh that's right she doesn't!" laughed Madison. When she turned and walked away with her group of other bitches of school I turned and ran to the bathroom you can only imagine what I did In there. I used the bathroom duh.
When school got out at the end of the day I went to my motorcycle and just as I was putting my helmet on a wild Jack (Jack's my best friend by the way) appeared and ran over to me, He grabbed the extra helmet and though his leg over the motorcycle seat and sat down.
"Are you ready?" I asked as I was already sitting down.
"yea Jazzy Jazz!" Jack said with excitement. He wrapped his arms around my waist, I turned the motorcycle on and we shot out of the school parking lot getting yelled at by both student and teacher. We of course never heard them anyway.
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Finding Home
FantasyHi, my name is Jazz and this is my story. Is this really what you think? Is this reality?
