Roommates, Irene Nycole M. [novels in english .txt] 📗
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- Author: Irene Nycole M.
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Having to start something new, for the sake of others, that is bullshit. Hearing the sound of the moving truck, on a humid, dry, hot summer day, sucks. No I'm not going to sugar coat everything or as little as anything for you. This is real life, where life sucks and you just have to get through it. Starting a new life, or even people say a new chapter in there life. What, do they write a chapter about there life every week? Can you say sad much. So, here's the beginning of my life, or even chapter with the amazing, Chace Blake. But, I have to give him props. I'm not so easy to get along with, that's why my parents decided that I should get my own place, there paying for it though, since I'm still 17 and I'm there responsibly. So. . . Suck on that one suckers! But yes, you way be wondering, 'Oh Nykole, are you sad that your parents kicked you out?' To tell you the truth, no. I'm so, 100% happy that they finally understood that I didn't want to be there and they finally set me free. I've been telling them for a while that I wasn't happy and when my father finally got told from the principle that I got suspended and boom 'Nykole I think It would be good for you if you moved on to better places. . .' Blah blah blah, BULLSHIT! I'm sorry I just hate my parents with a passion. Like when you, really, really, really. . . . Really want something, and that something for me was to get my parents, um I don't know, how about. Dead.
We sat in silence. Awkward, mean, silence. I can tell that she didn't want to be bothered, but only wanted to eat the food that I made. Yes, I know I'm so sweet I make girls food. Shut up, no one cares what you think.
Oh god, she's rubbing off on me. "So, uh Nykole you're going to the local high school, right?" I asked her, the silence was killing me. I honestly believe that it was. I felt a little pain in my heart. "Uh, scratch that for a moment." I walked out of the dinning room to get one of my pain pills. No I'm not addicted, I got shot in my second year of high school by this douche bag. Yeah It wasn't a fun time if you ask me.
Text: Irene Nycole
Publication Date: 06-30-2012
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