/Quick note : this is my first story !! So please go easy on me and I hope you like it !!!
🌟Picture of you at the top 🌟
Monday morning= SCHOOL and school= future so I just have to go! However, I'm not complaining seeing as I'm a straight A student but don't get all judgemental on my butt because , I am unfortunately one of the unlucky lot that has to spend all of her free time studying and throwing away her social life , not that I have one seeing as I am friendless and have been since year 7 ( that's the start of secondary school btw I'm from England and I have no idea what grade this will be your 11 and tuning 12 years old in this year) and why on earth did you suddenly become friendless in year 7 ? Well it all started with my best friend George.
Since preschool me and George have always been together , joint at the hip many people would say , and i must admit I was literally a mute back then and had a weird hatred to men , not like they both change that much , I mean I'm still very shy and I have this wired uncomfortableness around men of any kind ,which I never understood, so I was and still am very grateful for George because he was the one that always stood up for me and was the only kind of boy I would talk to and let touch me ( NOT IN A DIRTY WAY YOU PERVERTS ) and I also think George liked that because, as we got older he got more possessive and enjoyed being the only one I would talk to , cuddle with and share almost all my secrets with. Yet at the end of year six , last day to be precise , he and his little group that he made without me came up to me at lunch time and dragged me to the back of school and just started beating me up like they wanted me dead and looking back on it I can still see the coldness and merciless looks the would give me and since then no one has ever talked to me . Not like I ever made the effort but anyways going forward to this present second I'm in the library craving to go home eat pizza and play my guitar. By the way I play the guitar , have been since I was six and never stopped playing , it was something my daddy taught me and I never let it go , it was the only part of him I had left. I also sang but I'm not very good , well at least to my ears , seeing as my dad would always ask for me to sing and would sometimes cry from some of the roar emotions I put into all my songs. Anyway that's me ; Tiger-lily May Bell , 16 years old and trying to fulfil my dreams of becoming a Vet in order to help save more animals lives. Boo bye have a beautiful day x
🌞So there you go I know it's not very good but hopefully I will get better and BYE BEAUTIFUL (S) ( I don't know if anyone or how many will read this ) 🌞
