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if I crash on the couch can I sleep in my clothes

a bit of back story

I walked down the corridor on my way to music about the only lesson i can bear in this shit hole its 4th period lunch had just finished and I was fucking hungry i left my lunch in my room this morning. So i'd had nothing to eat. I stopped in my tracks. Godamitt those girls were there. let me introduce you to the preps there’s Courtney: she has nailed every guy in school Sasha: the chav who thinks 'no boi can lok a smun dis dope wivout deh ey sokets burnin out innt' i assume she is talking about herself and then the assorted social sheep and finally we have the shepherd of the flock tiffany ohh I know where ide like to kick her with my studded boots none the less.
(ok you are all properly really con fused and bored but wait lemme just fill in a few details then we can get to the good parts so please bear with me ^U^)hi my name is Lydia I moved(ran) away from new jersey. I had been living on the streets since I was 7, before that I think I was living with my aunt I just know I don’t have any parents. She(you’ll find out who ‘she’ is in a bit) told me when I was 6 I fell out of a window and hit my head, I was presumed dead so they took me to the morgue a year later I woke up from a coma and I got the fuck out of there. I ran into some one in the street (SHE!!), she was worried about me and asked if I was ok. just so turned out she was the one that proclaimed me dead and took me into the morgue, she took me to the hospital after fainted and I was diagnosed with amnesia she told the doctors she was my mother and told me that too and because of the amnesia I believed her about a month later she told me the truth then she left for work and I flipped and made a break for it .i was living on the streets under bridges in fallen tree roots any ware I could fit that was out of the wind for about 5 years after that I started to raise money so I could leave the country. I was so scared that someone would see me that I left as soon as I had it. When I got to England I had about 300 left over so I paid a prostitute to act as my mother so I could get into school. The school I chose had dorms so that was where I stayed. I am now 17. I properly don’t have to tell you I have no friends.
Luckily they seemed occupied by someone wait ‘luckily’ what the hell are you doing brain I decided to try and break it up but they just grabbed me and threw me to the ground wow their pretty strong for some who just had their perfect many Pedi’s done and I’m not light or weak for that matter the main three arose to the front of the pack abuse followed. I was aware of the girl that they were originally picking on trying to get up. I swung my leg around and made Courtney fall flat on her face
“Yo fucin whr da fuc u tink oo doin”sahsa hollered in my face she grabbed a bunch my hair and held a pair of scissors to it
“Leave her alone.”
Every one stopped in their tracks. The voice was flat and quiet without being whisper-y but also somehow sounded brutally determined
“Awwww the hoe bags calling in reinforcements” snared tiffany
“I said leave her alone”
It was slightly louder this time the three carried on shooting their mouths at me
“Did you not hear me I said LEAVE HER ALONE!!!!!!!”
There was rapid footsteps and then out of the blue there she was the girl they were beating up hurting straight for tiffany with a flying kick she took out tiffany, she swung her legs around an took out Courtney and Sasha. I sat their staring at her she was smaller than me wearing a frayed tartan mini skirt and a motionless in white band top…



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hope u like the first chapter of my first fan fiction ik its a slow beginning but bare with me
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