My life is shit my name is Greta keene
Its 1989 I am in the bathroom of my school smoking because I need a distraction from my lifeThis bitch Beverly Marsh makes my life a living hell at school she is constantly calling me a slut when she has fucked half of the guys in school
Then my thoughts are interrupted by a loud pound on the door
"Are you in there by yourself keene or do you have half the guys in there with you huh slut you little shit I can smell you" "wich is it Beverly am I a slut or a little shit make up your mind" " your trash we just wanted to remind you" I look up to see a trash bag over the Stall I gab my bag put it over my head to prevent all the trash coming down on me "let's go girls"
God what a fucking bitch
I wash of my bag the best I can and walk out of the bathroom and make my way to the back entrance of the school there is a kid with a social studies project and he is blocking the way
"Are you going to let me go by or is there a secret password or something"
End of this chapter again no disrespect to Beverly it is just in the story anyway peace out mother fuckers ❤️😎✌️ stay cool 😎❤️✌️
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