This is a Hardin x Tessa fan fiction, although focuses mostly on their daughter Emery Scott.
Finished writing: March 25, 2021.
Posting schedule: Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday.
It is written in first person, present tense, and has many point of vi...
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EMERY.
High school sucks.
It's like immediately once walking into the doors all you see is judging eyes and mischievous smiles. You can't trust anyone, and that's exactly how I feel every day as I walk into the school. There's just something about the highschool aura that makes me feel so fucking depressed.
All of my friends— well, I wouldn't exactly call them friends— are all deceitful devils. They all have a plan of ruin hiding behind their eyes. They watch my every move like a snake watching and waiting for their pray to make a mistake; That mistake being: if I refuse a drink, I'm now the entire school's laughingstock.
I'm balancing on a thin piece of thread in this high school. I had taken the bad girl/slutty girl/drunk girl road a long time ago and there's no going back now. The entire school is basically waiting for me to fuck up, lose my balance on the thin string I've set myself on, and watch me fall to my death. They'll then inwardly cheer for their victory, and brag about it like demons bragging about themselves. No one would care if I actually lost my balance and plummeted to my death. Well, maybe Neighbor boy... — actually, no. I'm a total dick to him. I also just met him last night.
Not a single soul in this building would shed a tear. Yes, they might hang up posters, and reminders of the one lost soul. But they won't weep. They'll only post a picture of me on their stupid social medias, using the cry emoji as if it sells the lie as real. It'snotreal.
No one cares. No one ever cares. But maybe that's a good thing.
"Emery Scott! Get to class. I don't want to see you in these empty halls again." The principle says, interrupting my depressing thoughts. Cole had already left to get to his first class while I was staring blankly into my locker thinking about this stupid world. I take a deep breath, closing my locker with a loud thud and slowly beginning my way to class. I never even heard the bell ring. I was too busy day dreaming a nightmare. However, this isn't a fucking nightmare. It's my entire fucked-up life.
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"Oh, my god! What are you wearing?" Fucking Tailey Smith lets out a small mocking giggle, before patting the seat next to her.
"It's my signature black and white." I reply with a harsh tone. My face giving off the "I don't give a fuck what you think. Stop looking at me" look.
"Em, I thought we agreed you wouldn't wear black anymore. That's hella dark and emo and we don't want guys thinking we're going to cry mid sex." She smiles as if she didn't just say something totally fucking crazy.
Funny, I didn't think snakes could smile. I hold back my comment, because if I said snakes can't smile it wouldn't make much sense would it? I smile back. "Yeah, but I thought I told you I don't give a fuck what you want me to do? Hmm, maybe I didn't. It must've slipped my mind."
