I think the loneliness is the problem...
"Tara" I look up to see my maths teacher Mr Kinle looking at me.
"What?" I asked confused.
"Care to share with the class?" He asked me, looking as red as the chick's lipstick next to me.
"What?" I asked more confused.
Without another word he pulled my book away reading the quote from my page.
"Miss Wilson, please Keep your personal problems outside the classroom." I stared at him with wide eyes,
"How. Dare. You" I say though gritted teeth.
"Excuse me?" He questioned.
"I said" I rose from my seat "how dare you, where you get off being an asshole I can't even write in my book."
"Miss wilson please stay behind after class."
"Like fuck I am in fact I think I will be leaving now actually." I said picking up my bag and walking out the classroom, towards the office, I walked over to the desk.
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My Fucked Up Life.
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My Fucked Up Life
Teen FictionTara Wilson was never one to follow rules, but thats' the way she liked it. Music is her love, home is her escape. But how do you escape something living in your house. Tara's parents go on a 26 day cruise with her ex Ashton's parents, nothing new...
