Life. Something that feels so powerful in you're hands, yet so dangerous.
Anything could happen, you could die today, tomorrow, or even in 80 years from now.
The crazy part is you won't know, unless you take you're own. It's funny how normal teenagers hangout with all of their different friends groups, laughing, normal, having the best time of their lives.
It's different from my perspective. parents? Yeah never heard of those. They left me when I was eight, I've lived on the streets ever since, I try to act okay with this but in reality I am afraid. I'm afraid of having that attitude, growing up on the streets and my parents house made me more afraid, more in constant panic mode, ready at any moment to attack.
When in reality? My weak and flabby arms couldn't do anything to anyone. Highschool is nothing like the musical that's for sure, if you counted sex, drugs, and the fact we are completely judgmental bitches towards one another, and now here I am again in some shitty school after avoiding foster care yet again, I've moved too many times to where I can count in my life and now?
Let's hope I can at least settle down for awhile. Or at least enough to where it satisfies me, after a while you get tired of running but it's not you're choice to stay, you can never EVER have a caregiver or parent as a little and that's always going to be my number one rule, I can't be weak or else they will use it to their advantage. If you don't show weakness you will be ready at all times for the fight.
The hallway's were completely filled with annoyingly chatting teenagers who were gossiping about the newest trends around the school or even the hot guys walking by, it was annoying, love is pointless anyways. So why would you want a good for nothing boy, person, or girl to break you're own?
I've never experienced love and I don't plan to, I sighed as I finally arrived at the office, there was a secretary on the phone she had brunette hair and looked around her 40s with the
name-tag 'Karen green' imprinted on her.
I stood there tapping my foot continually, getting impatient very easily was a big habit of mine as the woman stared at me glaring harshly which I cowered slightly but tried to remain unfazed biting my lip anxiously.
"Um, excuse me ma'am I have to get um, my schedule?" I had explained awkwardly as I couldn't hide my nervousness now, ugh I hated my shy and anxious personality it was always what made me not able to make friends. But then I learned real quick I'm always going to be a loner, always.
I sighed, walking out of the office and going finally to my first class despite the second bell ringing and the whole fucking hallway empty, observing my schedule biting my lip nervously trying to hide my growing anxiety.
I stared at my schedule carefully biting my lip as I looked at the first class I had...Miss.Perez in home room, great it's my first day and I'm paired up in my first home fucking room class with the principal.
I just shook it off ignoring my pissed and overwhelming feeling of nauseating anxiety as I pushed through the door ignoring the dirty looks from my lack of attire, yes I may wear the same outfit every day but what choice do I have besides the jacket I use to hide my identity for when I'm getting drugs.
My oversized sweater was a blanket like attire more than anything but almost swallowing my frail and small figure torn and had a few holes inside.
The dominating woman who gave one quick glare to the disrupting students, quickly made everyone go silent and avoid contact as if when they did she would kill them.
She for some reason smiled warmly at me as the students gave me silent hateful stares, damn who pissed in you're mouth?
"Hello darling you must be wren, the new student?" She asked warmly in her soothing accent which was as if it was something I could get high off of and want to relax with 24/7.
I silently nodded biting my lip nervously as she gestured to take a seat nodding with a smile making me rush to the back from the stares I was getting.
Mrs.Perez was so rude to the other students who disobeyed or did anything but for some reason it's as if she already knew- fuck. She couldn't possibly know I was a little yet right?
No. No. No. Fuck, I can't let anyone find out and let her treat me so small no matter how comforting it is, she can use my weakness as an advantage.
I hadn't even realized the bell rang until I jumped out of my thoughts when Mrs.Perez finished the rules.
I noticed nobody thanked her for teaching or even helping us and I wanted to still be polite, so I rushed over and bit my lip trying to form words when her dominating features and dark brown eyes reached down to my gaze.
"T-thank you for the lesson ma'am." I stuttered in a weak whisper, "of course darling, you are very polite I'm glad to have you here I'm sure you will get along great with me and I'll introduce you personally to the teachers at lunch if you'd like?" She stayed in a sweet and gentle tone raising her hand.
I quickly saw the action, but sadly my fear got the best of me as I immediately started backing up at her hand reaching towards me while I had tried not to flinch.
Mrs.Perez's eyebrows creased with a mixture of confusion and concern which made me nervously laugh, trying to cover up my major fuck up.
"Sorry, germaphobic." I rushed out as she nodded hesitantly while her expression didn't want to seem like she believed me, which made my heart speed up faster than the speed of light.
"Right." She hummed modding observing my every move and readable emotions or expressions which made me rush out of the classroom. Well, I fucked that up.
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Deep breaths | nonsexual ageplayNon-Fiction
Non-sexual ageplay story!!! Don't like it, don't read it! :) 16 year old Wren was a little, and has been going through hell and back, recently transferring to a new school except the teachers are different from the normal, her life takes a relieving...