Katia Brown
Colonge and mint. Those are the smells that make me want to hide and crawl up in a ball. But, I won't because it will only make him angry. And, I don't want to make him angry. I stare at the back of his head in the small classroom. Everyone thinks he's perfect. Great student, quarterback, friend, boyfriend. All of that is a bunch of bullshit. Everyone sees what they want to see. One day I will reveal him for who he really is an abusive bastard. But, first I have to stop being afraid until then I will be Marcus' girlfriend. He's like a bomb. One minute everthing's fine the next, I have a black eye. He's so possessive he acts like he owns me. He picked up from his dad's bad habits. His dad used to beat his mom. He always asks me if he's like his father. I want to scream yes, but I just reply a soft "no". I've always wanted a fairytale love. But, because of him I don't anymore. Now I know fairytales are just ways to keep from thinking about your fucked up reality.
Bria Smith
Look at me already in dentention on the first day of school. Looks like I'm walking home. My foster mom or bitch doesnt give a fuck after 4:00 p.m. 4' o clock exactly not a minute less is the time she goes to the bar gets drunk. Then smokes a whole pack of cigarettes by six p.m. Then doesnt wake up until five minutes before she has to take me to school. Which is fine by me, less time to have to look at her. Im getting off topic, I'm in detention for public display of affection, and knocking a girl out cold. So, this boy who was fine af was eyeing me and i wasnt complaining. So, then this wannabe Nicki Minaj comes out now where talking bout"Step back and stop tryna steal my boyfriend beeeetch." Spraying her spit on me. Then I got up and made out with her boyfriend for a good five minutes. Then i wrote my number on his hand. "Now I stole your boyfriend and fix your face before you break a window." Then she put her nasty hands on me and all it took was one punch for her to be lying on the ground.
My thoughts were interupted by someone clearing their thoart.
"Whats up wannabe Nicki Minaj's boo?" He smiled revealing his dimples.
"Naw, It ain't even like that. She's my ex."
"You went out with that, thats nasty. But, I see why she's jealous."
"Why?"
" Because your fine as hell. But, you can't compete with this."
"Your right, I can't."
I blushed and looked towards the opposite direction to hide it.
He gently moved my chin towards him.
"So, whats your name beautiful?"
"Bria, yours?"
"Christian, but you can call me Chris."
The bell rang declaring detention and after-school activities were over.
I grabbed my bag and threw it over my shoulder and exited the classroom.
"Aye, Bria wait up!"
I turned around to see Christian sprinting towards me.
"Looks like I've already got you've sprung."
He blushed, embrassed.
"I wanted to invite you to the kickback Im having."
"When?"
"Tonight at 7."
"Text me, the directions and we'll see."
"Bye Beautiful."
"Bye Cutie."
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