cold and broken </3

emo

I look into the mirowr of glass and throw my blonde hair into a messy bun. i put on my glasses because eye can't see very well, and i don't do any makeup or deodorant or brush my teeth or wash my face bc i'm different, special, and quirky. i then throw, hurl, catapult on an oversized t shirt because i dont like pink tight dress or pink girlie women pink. it's an anime indie music the smiths t shirt.

as i get ready i think to myself

s-s-stop. stop thinking about him. he was your childhood friend from childhood :(. but he became bad boy. legend has it he became brocken! besides, you haven't spoken to him in years because he is a bad boy bad influence and you are innocent angle want to be top of class student body class top of class president. so why are you dreaming of him now? especially when you have a boyfriend?

"BELLA" my dad, harry styles, calls. he is single since my mom who was a crack cocain addict and also an alcoholic and had lime disease died in that car accident on her way to sell me to one direction. i survived tho L.

since the band broke up, harry has raised me at the family business bate shop family heirloom, antique store since than.

"THE BUS IS LEAVING IN .282847482919274:7 SECONDS!!!" he roars. i grab my book and my the smiths cd and my lana dal rey and books cause i like to read and rush out the door.

"what about breakfast?" dad calls.
"don't have time" i snort and gurgle. "i'll grab a banana"

as i chomp on my banana i run after the bus screaming

"WAIT PLEASE WAIT PLEASE PLEASE IM GONNA BE LATE"

i follow the bus to its next stop, by this time i'm drenched in blood, sweat, puke, dirt, mud, and my weave has blown off in the wind.

panting, i screech "i made it", and climb on the bus.

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At school i run into my best friend, millie booby bron! millie spills her florence by mills all over me.

"i'm so sorry luv!!" she screams britishly. "did i ruin your bbl?"
"no" i choke "it's alright don't worry about it"
she rummages through her book bag.
"sorry luv, it looks lie i doynt ave any nakins in me napsack" she says, sipping her tea and chewing her crumpets. "OI! OVAH ERE BRUVAS!!" millie waves over my two other friends, lilius hudson and nicholas sterniolo, but we call them lil huddy and nick.

lil huddy is an emo rocker with a middle part. nick is a queer gay  girlie pop twink my gay best friend homo fruity zest. he is also gay.

"huwat is et?" asks lil huddy emoly, as he walks over with nick.
"i've spilled my awl natural non gmo vegan skincare line awl over bella! it's a bloody mess innit bruvs?" Millie barks.

"OMG girlie that is so not slay!!!" nick says in a fruity way.

"ya brother that's so not 21st century vampire of you. but i can fix it. i have a napkin in my napsack 😍" hisses huddy, pulling a napkin from his bag.

most girls  think it wouldn't fun be best friends with boys, but i've always been different from most girls. i've always related better with boys, girls are just too much drama, and i'm so different i hate girls bows glitter pink woman!!

"thanks lil huddy" i hic. screamed.

"o-o-okay" i say.

millie roundhouse kicks my nose and throws me into the bathroom shoving me into the bathroom.

he stars fixing my hair when we spot a pair of  dogs beneath the stall door.
out walks the tallest thiccest hottest most attractive bad boy smoldering alpha omega wolfpack dominant man i've ever laid eyes on ever my orbs have ever grazed the thought of.

i stare at him with my hazel violet orbs. his muscles bulge and pulsate in a hot way. but his face is covered by the cringe silly mask.

i recognize that stupid mask.
the one he wore when we were kids! could this be...

"b-b-b-b-but w-w-w-why are y-y-ou in he-here. this is the g-g-g-g- g-g-g-g- g-g-g-g- g-g-g-g-girls bathroom!" i squeak.

he karate chops my jaw and rips off my big toe

"YOU ARE TERRIBLE! I HATE YOUR FACE" he burps.

and he 1 legged gallops away.

"he's so hot and husband material i 🫶 girl queen !!" nick slays.

i then pass out and break 3 ribs because of my small petite body.