Notes

"I'm not going."

My best friend Nicole pouted."Oh c'mon. Maria! It'll be fun. You're not really gonna let me go by myself are you?"

I groaned slightly surprised that she wasn't on her knees singing Stay With Me by Sam Smith.

I walked down stairs and into my kitchen, grabbing a banana on the way. "Yup."

Nicole frowned,"Please, please, pretty please with a cherry on top?" My eyebrow twitched, only something that happened when I was starting to get a little annoyed.

"No, hoe." Three months. Three damn months this girl has been asking me to go to this After Summer party. And why do I keep saying no? Because of a little someone I'd like to call Bitchface a.k.a Emily Dawson. The girl has had it out for me ever since I accidentally spilled my strawberry milk on her t-shirt and stained it bright pink.

Her least favorite color might I add.

Throughout the rest of middle school she's made it her mission to make my once sweet life sour. And I hate to say it but she was doing a great job at it. She turned all my 'friends' against me, stole my boyfriend at the time and make all these ridiculous rumors about me that I'm sure are still lingering about.

So all in all I wanted to avoid her ass...much like I've been doing for the past three years.

"Is it because of Emily? Dude that was ages ago."

5 years actually.

I scrunched my face up not liking to where this conversation was headed." This is not about Bitchface okay." Lie " I just don't like parties." Lie "And I definitely do not want to get wasted."

Ding, ding, ding. We have a winner. Step right on up, Maria You've won the 2015 liar championships.

"Now shut up and get in the car we're gonna be late for school."

After 12 agonizing minutes of listening to Nicole sing no scream out the lyrics to Hotline Bling, Sorry and Hello I wanted to slam her face into the head board and push her out the car. But unfortunately we were already at SHOMLW a.k.a Six Hours of My Life Wasted a.k.a Hell a.k.a school.

The smell of failure and success infiltrated my nose. Disgusting.

Armed with a new headache and different colored pens I entered my chemistry class and threw my backpack on my desk.

Fat Mustache a.k.a Mr.Desmond strolled into the classroom, briefcase in one hand and coffee in the other," Alright class turn to page 496 in your text book and answer question 1 through 10."

I flipped open my braille text book to the correct page and then...zoned out.

Huh. No surprise there Maria. Were you always this lazy?

Stuff a sock in it, Samantha.

Yea. I have a consciousness named Samantha. Did I mention I'm slightly weird?

25 minutes into finally focusing on what I'm supposed to be doing there's a knock on the door and judging by the look on Fat Mustache's face he's not to happy about it.

"What brings you here Jackson?"

Oh Jesus. I could feel all the girls in the class room pull their shirts down a little. Gag.

"I've been transferred here." Swoon. That voice. I understand now girls.

"Sit at the empty desk next to...Ms.Rose. Maria raise your hand."

Slowly I raised my hand, unaware of the attention I was getting because this Jackson kid was sitting next to me. A while passed and I stared hearing giggles from beside me and usually I wouldn't care but of course my mind doesn't keep up with my mouth.

"Some of us are trying to read here." I snapped eye twitching in irritation.

"Well, aren't you a little ray of sunshine?" He replied, eyebrows raised.

"More like a cloud of darkness."The corners of his eyes crinkled obviously amused with my previous statement.

"Maria, Jackson you can talk to each other in the principal's office. Leave." I rolled my eyes and stuffed my books into my bag making sure to kick Jackson's bag while I walked past.

"Blind much?"

"Partially." Lie .

We both walked besides each other in silence," I hate you."

"Feeling's mutual."

Asshat.

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Thanks for reading my story! You guys make me hella happy. Anyways the next update will be Friday, January 1st. Follow me on Instagram at ludnie_michelle and on snapchat at qwerty.unicorn

Teaser: Nicole uses a bargaining chip to convince Maria to go to that damned party.









"I'm not going."

My best friend Nicole pouted."Oh c'mon. Maria! It'll be fun. You're not really gonna let me go by myself are you?"

I groaned slightly surprised that she wasn't on her knees singing Stay With Me by Sam Smith.

I walked down stairs and into my kitchen, grabbing a banana on the way. "Yup."

Nicole frowned,"Please, please, pretty please with a cherry on top?" My eyebrow twitched, only something that happened when I was starting to get a little annoyed.

"No, hoe." Three months. Three damn months this girl has been asking me to go to this After Summer party. And why do I keep saying no? Because of a little someone I'd like to call Bitchface a.k.a Emily Dawson. The girl has had it out for me ever since I accidentally spilled my strawberry milk on her t-shirt and stained it bright pink.

Her least favorite color might I add.

Throughout the rest of middle school she's made it her mission to make my once sweet life sour. And I hate to say it but she was doing a great job at it. She turned all my 'friends' against me, stole my boyfriend at the time and make all these ridiculous rumors about me that I'm sure are still lingering about.

So all in all I wanted to avoid her ass...much like I've been doing for the past three years.

"Is it because of Emily? Dude that was ages ago."

5 years actually.

I scrunched my face up not liking to where this conversation was headed." This is not about Bitchface okay." Lie " I just don't like parties." Lie "And I definitely do not want to get wasted."

Ding, ding, ding. We have a winner. Step right on up, Maria You've won the 2015 liar championships.

"Now shut up and get in the car we're gonna be late for school."

After 12 agonizing minutes of listening to Nicole sing no scream out the lyrics to Hotline Bling, Sorry and Hello I wanted to slam her face into the head board and push her out the car. But unfortunately we were already at SHOMLW a.k.a Six Hours of My Life Wasted a.k.a Hell a.k.a school.

The smell of failure and success infiltrated my nose. Disgusting.

Armed with a new headache and different colored pens I entered my chemistry class and threw my backpack on my desk.

Fat Mustache a.k.a Mr.Desmond strolled into the classroom, briefcase in one hand and coffee in the other," Alright class turn to page 496 in your text book and answer question 1 through 10."

I flipped open my braille text book to the correct page and then...zoned out.

Huh. No surprise there Maria. Were you always this lazy?

Stuff a sock in it, Samantha.

Yea. I have a consciousness named Samantha. Did I mention I'm slightly weird?

25 minutes into finally focusing on what I'm supposed to be doing there's a knock on the door and judging by the look on Fat Mustache's face he's not to happy about it.

"What brings you here Jackson?"

Oh Jesus. I could feel all the girls in the class room pull their shirts down a little. Gag.

"I've been transferred here." Swoon. That voice. I understand now girls.

"Sit at the empty desk next to...Ms.Rose. Maria raise your hand."

Slowly I raised my hand, unaware of the attention I was getting because this Jackson kid was sitting next to me. A while passed and I stared hearing giggles from beside me and usually I wouldn't care but of course my mind doesn't keep up with my mouth.

"Some of us are trying to read here." I snapped eye twitching in irritation.

"Well, aren't you a little ray of sunshine?" He replied, eyebrows raised.

"More like a cloud of darkness."The corners of his eyes crinkled obviously amused with my previous statement.

"Maria, Jackson you can talk to each other in the principal's office. Leave." I rolled my eyes and stuffed my books into my bag making sure to kick Jackson's bag while I walked past.

"Blind much?"

"Partially." Lie .

We both walked besides each other in silence," I hate you."

"Feeling's mutual."

Asshat.

____________________________________

Thanks for reading my story! You guys make me hella happy. Anyways the next update will be Friday, January 1st. Follow me on Instagram at ludnie_michelle and on snapchat at qwerty.unicorn

Teaser: Nicole uses a bargaining chip to convince Maria to go to that damned party.















"I'm not going."

My best friend Nicole pouted."Oh c'mon. Maria! It'll be fun. You're not really gonna let me go by myself are you?"

I groaned slightly surprised that she wasn't on her knees singing Stay With Me by Sam Smith.

I walked down stairs and into my kitchen, grabbing a banana on the way. "Yup."

Nicole frowned,"Please, please, pretty please with a cherry on top?" My eyebrow twitched, only something that happened when I was starting to get a little annoyed.

"No, hoe." Three months. Three damn months this girl has been asking me to go to this After Summer party. And why do I keep saying no? Because of a little someone I'd like to call Bitchface a.k.a Emily Dawson. The girl has had it out for me ever since I accidentally spilled my strawberry milk on her t-shirt and stained it bright pink.

Her least favorite color might I add.

Throughout the rest of middle school she's made it her mission to make my once sweet life sour. And I hate to say it but she was doing a great job at it. She turned all my 'friends' against me, stole my boyfriend at the time and make all these ridiculous rumors about me that I'm sure are still lingering about.

So all in all I wanted to avoid her ass...much like I've been doing for the past three years.

"Is it because of Emily? Dude that was ages ago."

5 years actually.

I scrunched my face up not liking to where this conversation was headed." This is not about Bitchface okay." Lie " I just don't like parties." Lie "And I definitely do not want to get wasted."

Ding, ding, ding. We have a winner. Step right on up, Maria You've won the 2015 liar championships.

"Now shut up and get in the car we're gonna be late for school."

After 12 agonizing minutes of listening to Nicole sing no scream out the lyrics to Hotline Bling, Sorry and Hello I wanted to slam her face into the head board and push her out the car. But unfortunately we were already at SHOMLW a.k.a Six Hours of My Life Wasted a.k.a Hell a.k.a school.

The smell of failure and success infiltrated my nose. Disgusting.

Armed with a new headache and different colored pens I entered my chemistry class and threw my backpack on my desk.

Fat Mustache a.k.a Mr.Desmond strolled into the classroom, briefcase in one hand and coffee in the other," Alright class turn to page 496 in your text book and answer question 1 through 10."

I flipped open my braille text book to the correct page and then...zoned out.

Huh. No surprise there Maria. Were you always this lazy?

Stuff a sock in it, Samantha.

Yea. I have a consciousness named Samantha. Did I mention I'm slightly weird?

25 minutes into finally focusing on what I'm supposed to be doing there's a knock on the door and judging by the look on Fat Mustache's face he's not to happy about it.

"What brings you here Jackson?"

Oh Jesus. I could feel all the girls in the class room pull their shirts down a little. Gag.

"I've been transferred here." Swoon. That voice. I understand now girls.

"Sit at the empty desk next to...Ms.Rose. Maria raise your hand."

Slowly I raised my hand, unaware of the attention I was getting because this Jackson kid was sitting next to me. A while passed and I stared hearing giggles from beside me and usually I wouldn't care but of course my mind doesn't keep up with my mouth.

"Some of us are trying to read here." I snapped eye twitching in irritation.

"Well, aren't you a little ray of sunshine?" He replied, eyebrows raised.

"More like a cloud of darkness."The corners of his eyes crinkled obviously amused with my previous statement.

"Maria, Jackson you can talk to each other in the principal's office. Leave." I rolled my eyes and stuffed my books into my bag making sure to kick Jackson's bag while I walked past.

"Blind much?"

"Partially." Lie .

We both walked besides each other in silence," I hate you."

"Feeling's mutual."

Asshat.

____________________________________

Thanks for reading my story! You guys make me hella happy. Anyways the next update will be Friday, January 1st. Follow me on Instagram at ludnie_michelle and on snapchat at qwerty.unicorn

Teaser: Nicole uses a bargaining chip to convince Maria to go to that damned party.