Good Girls Dont Grow
On Trees
Chapter
5
Jennas Point of
View
I dyed my hair full
midnight black, with red tips.I bought small little skirts and
strapless tops. It was all part of me becoming 'bad'.
Then Rick would want me again, but he wouldnt get me.
I had rented a small apartment, Downtown. Rent wasnt that much
but i still needed a Job. So I went to a Waitress interview at
a Bar.
"Do ya Have any experiance?" The man interviewing me
asked. His accent was thick, and countryish. "Well.. Not
Really." I said and smiled, I made sure to wear a extra
tight shirt, just to show off.
I leaned forward and giggled. The man looked down"Yer
Hired." He said not neccesarily to my face, but to my
boobs. I smiled."Thanks!" I purred and walked out of
the door, grabbing my schedule.
Today was Tuesday, so I had work tommorow at 5-1:00. Five in
the afternoon to one in the morning. I stuffed it into my
pocket and caught the Taxi.
Straight when I got home I put on my uniform. A black spaghetti
strap top that said 'BOOBIES' and a red tight
small skirt. Obviously this job would help me. I took off my
uniform and slipped into my Pajama. Then slid into
bed.
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So,
Amanda
Todd Ki l l
ed he r s e l
f.
I know why she did it and I
understand how much it must of been hurting her for her to want
to kill herself but...
You people who are giving her sympathy and pity should all be
ashamed of yourselves. Instead of giving pity to a girl who
already commited suicide, how about you talk to that lonely kid
at lunch. Yeah, the one who sits all alone in corner. But
no, you'd rather sit with your friends and then come
home ad go on Facebook and be like "Oh, how come no one
helped poor Amanda, se was so pretty, why did she have to
die". F*CK YOU! Go crawl back into you shell of safety
while the ones who really need help, are only an arms length
away.
We should be talking about the ones who were bullied and managed
to survive through it all. The success stories. Because
that's what gives people hope, the ones who know what
it's like to be in their shoes. The ones who have walked that
road before and came out ok.
Even people like Demi Lovato or Liam
Payne or Jessie J.
What kind of message does it send to impressionable teens that if
you go ahead and kill yourself then you will get thousands of
likes on a Facebook page and everyone will feel sorry for you and
give you loads of attention? If you have any self respect for the
future then you'd stop and think about wher your morals are.
If you're too confused with your emotions and common sensee
then get off the intenet entirely, and get help. No one wants
to read your idiotic comments and yor emotion filled rage
tantrums.
Sorry, if anyone is offended by this but thought it
needed to be said.
So, here's a totally random
thought.
If I was famous, I'd tour around the country without
telling anyone and go to random college campuses late at night,
and I'd wait until I saw a person walking by themselves and
I'd walk behind them and put my hands over their eyes and
say guess who, and when they turned around it would be me.
They'd be all "Omg" and I'd say "No one
will ever believe you." and I'd just sprint off into
the
moonlight.