She looks at me and asks "who died?"
Stunned by her question I stop walking and finally turn to her, "I'm still deciding" I say looking around giving her a slide smirk.
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The story of two teenagers who suffer of...
Yesterday I wore black. Today I am wearing black. Tomorrow I will wear black.
Let's just say Black is my happy color, and so is Mia's.
Fucking hell, there I go again, thinking about the girl when I'm not supposed to. I swear if I keep hanging with her she'll be the end of me, and yet here I am skipping class just to see freaking Mia.
I've done this a hundred times, it's unnatural for me to actually stay in class. Just a few more steps and I can get out of this shit hole, or school, same thing.
One step freedom Two steps here Three steps I come-
"Mr. Thomson what do you think you're doing?!" I hear- not a teacher but the fucking principal.
"Shit" I mumble slowly turning around. Time to do what I do best, lying. "Me? Oh nothing I'm just heading to the counselor's office" I say pointing to where the office is found.
"Very well, Mr. Thomson can you do me a favor?"
No. "Of course, Mrs. Smith" I say rolling my eyes, I could care less if she saw me. Sweet Mia you'll have to wait.
"Show the new girl around would you?" And that's when I see her. A girl standing behind Mrs. Smith. . . . . . A/N: This is it! My first chapter, I hope you enjoyed and stay to what's next to come. Don't forget to comment and vote♡ thank you.I promisethey'llbe more action, it's just...well this is.a short story and it's 'shortly' developing? Idk
Stay till the end to read thesequel to "ADDICTED TO BLACK" called "BAD GIRL"
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Lol Hope I'm not getting too ahead of things...yikes