PREVIOUSLY known as Sixteen Reasons
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El Día De Ayer - Yesterday
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Perfect life's aren't always requited...
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|| CHAPTER ONE ||
I remember it if it were yesterday.
It's not a day nor time when all shit went loose or precisely I kinda felt this world was kinda a bitch.
Is it wrong when a girl starts to get curious what sex means at the age of ten, because highly enough guys judge you by being some slut for being interested to a sensitive topic I've never knew about.
It's just a question nothing more and for it was the tip to my endless destruction.
But hey! If your a medium size and different from other , I highly doubt you'll escape the torture of being criticized on your race and your body .
Being tormented by guys ignoring they're childish behavior until you cry in the bathroom during lunch time.
It wasn't my fault either, it's just I asked my mother where did I come from and her way of saying was more straight forward than white lies.
You get bimbos before they are matured to sluts spreading false rumors heating up a simple problems into hell , thriving to more demons I had to face .
So yeah that's how it started and never ended.
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"Victor slow down !" Grabbing the seat belt tight, Victor was too caught up by increasing the engine as we drove along the slippery road . Another day on Boulevard bridge my favorite place I might call home.
"FUCK I'M TRYING!" He kept spending even if he could drift on the curve I highly doubt we will over power Sammy and make it out alive
"Well try harder !" I kept shouting , panicking because this was different and I am about to die today because Victor was out of his mind.
I thought he had it this time, but fuck me I was too stupid to realize I myself was drunk on a Tuesday night where I escape from my own very cozy home to live the life on the edge just to see it end right here.
"STOP STOP STOP !" Hitting the dashboard over and over looking to see him terrified . For the first time in two years he was screwed to a whole another level. As for Boulevard Bridge the aesthetic alley description to street racing and competition that is not just a game ,but a death race has its own perks when we were meeting our own destiny.
