Next Day:
Beep Beep Beep
I moved my hand all around my dresser until I felt my Hello Kitty alarm clock and hit the off button.
I sat up in my bed and did a little stretch.
I went to bathroom.
I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and put my hair in a high ponytail.
I went back to room to put on the outfit I had put out before I went to bed. (Outfit in the comments)
I put my phone in my pocket.
My mom walked downstairs smiling.
I rolled my eyes.
Eve Mom: How does it feel to be a high schooler?
Eve: Mom, I haven't even gone to school yet so I don't know.
Mom Eve: Anyway there's pop tarts in the kitchen.
Eve: Why can't you cook me anything?
Eve Mom: I gotta go to work, so get that pop tart and start walking to that bus stop. See you later honey, have a good day at school.
She pulled me in for a tight , very tight hug.
Eve: Mom I can't breathe.
She finally let me go.
Eve Mom: Sorry Sweety.
I grabbed my pink back pack and put it on my shoulder. It was heavy with all these note books and shit.
I walked in the kitchen and got a Strawberry poptart out of the cabinet.
It was 6:50, might as well start walking.
I told my mom bye and walked out the door.
I started to walk and I saw Colson walking 2 houses down.
God he was so cute . Well he could look like shit and he would be perfect to me.
He noticed me and started to watch faster.
He met up with me.
Colson: Hey Eve.
Eve: What's up?
Colson: You look very pretty today.
Eve: Aw thank you.
But really in my mind I doing the fucking Harlem Shake to Ludacris' Southern Hospitality!
The bus came.
We got on and walked to the very back.
Colson: So Eve, what type of music you listen to?
Eve: Uh, N.E.R.D., Jimi Hendrix, Eminem...
He cut me off.
Colson: Wait Wait! Did you just say Eminem!?
Eve: Uh yeah.
Colson: But your a girl, his music is about like killing and shit.
Eve: So I like it.
Colson: Okay if you like Em so much prove it, rap a song off the type of your brain.
Eve: Really!
Colson: *Laughs* Yes really!
Eve: Fine! *Takes a deep breathe*
"They said I can't rap about being broke no more
They ain't say I can't rap about coke no more
Slut, you think I won't choke no whore
'til the vocal cords don't work in her throat no more?!
These motherfuckers are thinking I'm playing
Thinking I'm saying the shit cause I'm thinking it just to be saying it
(AH!) Put your hands down bitch, I ain't gonna shoot you
I'ma pull YOU to this bullet, and put it through you
Shut up slut, you're causing too much chaos
Just bend over and take it like a slut, OK Ma?
"Oh, now he's raping his own mother, abusing a whore,
snorting coke, and we gave him the Rolling Stone cover?"
You god damn right BITCH, and now it's too late
I'm triple platinum and tragedies happen in two states
I invented violence, you vile venomous volatile bitches
vain Vicadin, vrinnn Vrinnn, VRINNN!
Texas Chainsaw, left his brains all
dangling from his neck, while his head barely hangs on
Blood, guts, guns, cuts
Knives, lives, wives, nuns, sluts"
There I did, you happy."
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We Found Love (MGK/ HONEY COCAINE)
FanfictionI WROTE THIS STORY WHEN I WAS 13/14 SO IT ISN'T THE BEST LOL Story of high school sweethearts reconnecting.
