Whale, This'll be my first Fic in this section, be kind to me.
Rated: T
(For) Language, Other Stuffs (Hehehe) and self discovery
Genre:
General, Humor, Drama, and (Possibly) Romance.
Who am I kidding, Erm, of course there'll be romance.
Hue, Hue, Hue.
Warning!
This Contains Mentions of same-sex relationships, and this will, like seriously, this will end up containing same-sex couples.
So if you don't like this topic, then please don't read further, and if you do, out of curiosity, then please don't flame me.
thank you. :)
I Sincerely Apologize for any type of Mistakes I might make.
Chapter: Intro Anyone?
I Think It all started In the 6th grade.
"Hey, My Name's Belle. Nice to meet you"
Yeah...6th grade.
"Uh, I-I'm Sara. Nice to meet you too"
If only I hadn't been such a dumbass and stood back...I wouldn't be here.
"I Like your teeth"
That was most definitely the weirdest thing someone has told me.
"U-Uh...Thanks?"
But it was also one of the nicest things someone has said to me.
"We're going to be really good friends"
Oh really?
"Um, Cool?"
What did she see in me?
"You're so funny"
Till this day, I have no idea how I got her attention, and maybe, I never will.
Now, You're probably wondering what exactly started In the 6th grade...and why the hell there was a weird ass conversation in between my flash back sentences...well, let's just say, I'm regretting something, like big time. Big. Fucking. Time.
I fucked up, badly.
Yet again, I bet you're till wondering what in the hell I'm talking about, well, let me cut to the chase here.
I went through a time of self discovering in the 6th grade, one that might not have ever happened if I had just gotten my shit together and passed the grade with my other peers the year before the year I began to see myself differently.
I was your typical dumbass, cool kid that bunked classes and didn't do any work in class if and when I ever went. I was rebellious and to my family, I was nothing but a screw up, wait, did I say family, sorry, I meant mother, I only ever had my mother, my father left when I was 6, and I'm an only child. My mother was also a young mom, so you could imagine how difficult it might have been, she worked two full-time jobs to bring in the money and put food on the table and keep a roof over my head, I understand that, at least now I do. you see, with my mom working so much back then, I barely saw her, I stood with baby sitters, and sometimes I stood with my grandmother, whom my mother always argued with.
I only ever got to truly spend time with her, when I turned 12, and it was the year after I stood back. You see, with me staying back, and teachers talking to my mother, and telling her that I would be a lost cause if I kept acting up the way I was in school, My mother decided to make it her goal to find a more steady job, and actually spend time with me, My mother blamed herself for me repeating the grade, she felt that if only she had been around more, I'd behave and do better in school. It's my mother's dream for me to graduate high school, she wants nothing more than for me to make it in life and go further than she had, she wanted to be the mother she never had.
My mother lived for me.
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Well, anyways, about that thing, the thing with me regretting how I stood back and ended up repeating the 6th grade, The reason why I regretted it, was because I, all to sudden, became caught up on someone, someone that would be a part of my life, until graduation...if I make it that is. and maybe, a bit further into...eh, the rest of my life?
and by graduation, I mean as in, this middle school flood of issues, flooded into my high school life too.
Nice right?
And you know what's even Nicer?
The one I got caught up on...Is a girl.
Here's another nice fact, I'm a girl too.
Fuck.
Whale, um...How is it...Hope y'all liked it.
:)
Reviews are always welcomed!
Questions, Critiques, and or just random comments are cool too.
Till next chapter, bye!