She was one of the popular girls she always had people doing things for her. I liked her very much. I was the nerd of the school, but no one knew my strengths. She'd laugh when I got pushed shoved and tossed around. She avoided me so much I couldn't even do her homework. One day my guts got the best of me and I asked her out. One of the jocks beat me up and gave me a swirly. She kinda felt bad but shook it off. Her name was Nicki by the way. Everyone wanted to be her. She had a BMW, and a Range Rover. She lived in the high part of New York. Very preppy girl. Now every time I see her on some show or interview I remember me imagining good time we could have had. I got so pissed at one jock one day and took a gun to school. He pushed me into my locker and I shot him in the eye. Osama! Haha. The principle called the police. I went to jail. I was 16. I'm 24. You do the math. I miss Onika.
"Hey! Lunchtime!" the officer yelled.
SO SHOULD I CONTINUE THIS...
Um it's kinda weird but I think I need a lil more, just to see where this is goin. You get my drift? No? Ok then :(
ReplyDeletei need more plz continue
ReplyDeleteContinue , btw I'm new to your story, so yea, I'ma start reading from the beginning.
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