Hey guys! I want to create fanfiction about this app called Surviving High School. You can get it to understand more about it.
Paige's Point of View
I am seriously going to wreck Owen.
Ever since we broke up, he's been blabbing about how sorry he is and all that nonsense.
But I'm a girl, thank you, and I think I can manage myself.
So there I was, kicking stones into a continued darkness of my street.
As I came across my mansion, I couldn't really say that it didn't help me feel better.
Pictures of Owen and me showed through my white curtains. My mirror was reflection the sunset outside of it.
But wait, wasn't I mad at Owen?
I rushed into my house anger pouring through my body.
My stomps were loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear.
Did I care? Obviously no.
"Owen. I will wreck you so hard…" I didn't finish my sentence.
I hoped if there were any magical way Owen would've heard that, he would understand it.
"Paige!" a loud bang almost jumped me over the stairs.
Awesome. Owen came by to make a nice visit.
The wrecking starts now.
I turned around sharply on my heels, signaling I wasn't looking forward to this.
I swung the door ajar and spat, "What do you want, you freak?"
"You… wanted to wreck me?" he asked, scratching his head.
"Obviously!" I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes. Such a dumb loser. Totally regretted dating this boy.
"So, I thought we could make up, you know," he hesitated, eyeing my eyes for a while.
Our eyes glanced at each other for one split second, when I turned mine's away from him.
"No," I retorted.
"What about as friends?" he bit his lip, which I used to think was cute. Now it wasn't.
He waited for my answer patiently, like a dog would wait for it's treat.
I gave him a treat.
A slam of the door.
(Psst... Should I do more?)
