You and your best friend, Chris Jacobs, are dancers. You guys have known each other since 6th grade and you guys were Bi-Buddies. You find out that you can read each other's minds in 9th grade when you caught Chris in the hallway with his boyfriend...
I didn't check for errors, sorry. ___________________ *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*
"Fuck off, alarm" I said as I slowly turned around and shut it off. Fuuuucckk. School starts today. That means I start hell in about an hour.
"Y/F/N!! If you don't get down here in less then 10 minutes, I won't cook for you!!" My mom yells from downstairs in the kitchen. I love her, but damn can she be loud.
I roll off my bed and stand up, walking to the closet. I pick out a white shirt with black ripped skinny jeans. I put on red high top Converse with a red and black flannel around my waist. I would have had a Hardcore Ink hat on, but my school doesn't allow hats.
I have a few tattoos--
Back--
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Left wrist--
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