Girl Lost in Life, Trichele Danee` Moone [warren buffett book recommendations TXT] 📗

he is still mad at me but then he finally said, “You know what Trichele I never really cared if you’d like me because when I first saw I wanted to have a happy relationship together but it seems like you don’t so it’s whatever. I just want you to know… that I still love you and want be with you. Goodbye.” He got up kissed me and walked out; then I got up and screamed, “ Wait! Tony my first day here your dad was giving me a ride to the police station and we were at a red light and I kissed and I got what I deserved he tried to have his way with me he put his hand up my skirt but I punch and he stopped; I’m really sorry and I’m not usually that whorish.” He stared at me like I was a freaking criminal or something then said, “ You kissed my father then try to say that he tried to rape you…. you know what Trichele I don’t like girls who lie to get what they want in life so I guess I really was wrong about you.” I looked at him as if he was two dogs fighting for a piece of meat and said, “ You are a son of bitch you think I’m lying why would I lie about something this serious. I fucking hate you…. you…you asshole!” his face was red when I say red I mean like scarlet red or something he was totally pissed at me. Then that look that’s he’s giving me it was like I just made a capital murder or something. Then Tony said something that I didn’t like, “ You are a bitch and you deserve what you fucking happened to you because you’re a slut that needs to go back on the corner need a pimp?” then it felt like I just did arson I feel guilty and hot like I’m sweating or something. Then I jumped on him and started beating his ass and saying, “ How dare you tell me that you I should kill you.” And then we were really fighting he smacked me in the face and I kicked him in his penis and then he was on his knees and then I kicked in is cute ass face and then blood came out his mouth. But none of those things stopped him; he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into him and put those beautiful and natural pink lips on top of mine for the last time when the kiss was over he tried to leave and said, “ Trichele I love you I’m sorry for what I did and I’m sorry for what I’m about to say to you… I slept with Bailey…. When we were going out…. That’s why she didn’t want to your friend anymore because she felt bad.” He stands there like a donkey he-honing and gave me the opportunity to beat his ass again this time I got a knife and slashed his tires, carved my name in his seats, and got a baseball bat and broke his whensheild he just standed there and let me then he called my mom and she brought me to a physic ward but, I’m not crazy I have anger, depression, and trust issues.


Part 2

Chapter Eight


When I walked in the crazy hospital an old lady was at the desk she looked at me and said, “ Well hello sweetheart what is your name?” I looked at her and noticed her name tag her name is Betsy then I said, “ Well hello there I’m not crazy my mom thinks I am but I’m not please let me out her Betsy.” Betsy looked at me again and then said, “ Everyone I want you to know we may have a runner on hands.” Then I said, “ You stupid old lady I’m not a runner I just want to get out of here; will you please help me out I’m normal I just issues.” She looked at me and everyone was staring at me; I can’t believe this place makes us do strip searches.
When they were bringing me to my room and my new roommate they said the girl’s name is Lemon I thought they were lying until I met the girl she a caramel color with intensive red I think she was a brunette her hair to about over her ear, you can tell by the marks in her face that her lip and eyebrow are pierced. I said, “What’s up? My name is Trichele but people call me Moone. What’s yo name?”
She looked at me and said, “ My name is Lemon yea my name is Lemon.” Lemon’s clothes are all black and her side of the room is fully black too. She was staring me down and she was fucking scaring me but I think I can handle her in a fight she might win though she looked like she was emo or something then she said, “ Need some help unpacking ya clothes ya heard me?” I looked at her and said, “ No, I’m good; you from New Orleans?” she looked at me and said, “No I’m from here why; what it sound like I’m from da N.O huh?” I looked at her and said very seriously, “ Are you a lesbian; I just want to know because you know I like boys. I’m not trying to be rude or all in your business. Imprint

Publication Date: 05-08-2010

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