"Oh my gosh Karina, I'm going to tell your father about this when he gets home" my mother shouted at me, "I cant believe you, you are such a bad kid," she muttered. I have dealt with so much of her bullshit, and today she made me snap back at her, "This shit always happens to me, I'm fuckin sick and tired of you guys telling me that im a bad kid, I'm not like those plastic bitches at school, that wear pounds of their fuckin make up, wearing hula hoops for earrings, smoking weed and vaping all day, their grades lower than a dead guy at his own goddamn funeral. I cant wait for the day yall fuckin decide to pull your head out your fuckin ass and realize I'm the complete opposite, I'm sorry im a fuckin disappointment to you guys. You know what no, I'll show you, I'll show you what a bad kid really is." and with that my mother left speechless, I went to my room and packed my shit, not even being able to cry because of how angry I was. I opened my window, crawled out and never looked back.
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Broken City
Mystery / Thriller"you know what no, I'll show you, I'll show you what a bad kid really is."
