Chap. 6
>>Not that
Girl <<
Chap. 4
>>Not that
Girl <<
Chap. 3
I felt the pavement hit my head, but I didn't pass out. I opened my eyes and stared at the big black face in front of me with its big pink drool-coated tongue. The pressure on my chest was too heavy as I struggled to get the big dog off me. Suddenly he was pulled backwards and I sprang up.
>>Not that
Girl <<
Chap. 2
As the doors of Jefferson Highschool slammed
behind me, I breathed out the breath I had been holding,
practiccally since the beginning of the day. I never had to go
back to that, the glares and names and negative atmosphere in
there. It was time for a fresh start for me.
I would be moving to Oregon in seven days, and believe me, I was
packed and ready to go. I would be spending the rest of the week
with my two true friends, Ashley and Ben, who were dating, and
miraculously one couple I had managed to not break up. I hopped
in my little yellow car and kicked off my shoes and drove
home.
SEVEN DAYS LATER
I walked into my new room and set my bags down. The wall was a
dark raspberry maroon color, just like it had been four months
ago when me and my family came to check out the house. I started
to unpack as the movers brought boxes up to my room, and I
realised that I was out of shampoo three hours later when I was
done with my bathroom. I decided to make a quick trip to the drug
store down the street.
As I walked out of my house I glanced around, taking in the other
houses and green lawns and the neighbors huge black Newfoundland.
The Newfoundland that was running straight at me, full
speed!
>>Not that Girl <<
Chap. 1
I never wanted to be the girl
that everyone sneered at. I never wanted to be the one who was a
sl/t or couldn't get her own guy. A boy-stealer, a back
stabber, and a home wrecker. But these were all names I had
wracked up for myself by the end of my Sophomore year at
Jeffereson High, and honestly I had accepted that I would have to
live with this title forever. I had given into the stereotypes
the people made for me, and I didn't even think twice when
people threw hurtful names around. I knew it was true, I ruined
other girls relationships, I was the one other guys called when
they were sick of their abstinant girlfriend or when they got in
a fight over something stupid. I had even ruined
marriages.
But when the opportunity for me to leave came, I jumped at it. I
wanted to go somewhere new and prove to people that I was a good
person too, and show everyone that I could be different. I wanted
to prove I was not and would not be that girl, starting
now.
Hey, if you're reading this, thank you so much [: I hope you like my story, and if you want to read more leave me a comment or like or feedback or something! Anything is appreciated [: