hey. i'm new to fanfiction and this is my first ever story (woo!) so please be nice (only concrit please!) and enjoyyy! by the way, this is only and intro chapter. i PROMISE the next chapter(s) will be significantly longer.
edit: this has been revamped because i had this genius new idea. hope y'all like it!
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It all started on a Tuesday in August. Let the record show that I hate Tuesdays. They're not the first day of the week, they're not the middle, and they're not the weekend (or close to the weekend). They are just there.
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I was staying in this shady motel New York City when it happened. My uncle had dropped me off here yesterday saying that I was too big of a burden and that I should just stay here until school started in two days. But more about that later.
These three guys, sporting pants around there ankles, backwards NY Yankees hats, basketball tennis shoes, and pink lollypops came out from an ally next to the motel.
The tallest of the three guys gave me the up-down and nodded at his shady friends who surrounded me.
"Hey gorgeous," he slurred, swishing around a beer bottle that I had not noticed, "whatdya say we head back to my place and have a bit of fun?"
It is also important to note that in situations of high stress my brain tends to just shut down.
"W-what?" I managed to sputter out, regaining my confidence half-way through the word.
"My place," the shady guy said, reaching out to push a lock of my hair back.
I stared at his hand as it moved away from my face and back onto the beer bottle. I then looked to the other two guys who were sporting similar goofy-lust filled grins.
The tall shady guy reached out to me again.
And that's when I ran.
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I had never run so fast in my whole life. While I was running, I tried to think of things that would help keep my mind off of the scary people that were chasing me.
I thought about Briarwood Academy, the new school that I was starting on Monday. How everyone would welcome me with open arms and treat me like I was the princess of the school. I would meet a really cute boy and we would be crowned Prince and Princess of Homecoming. I would have a ton of girl-friends and we would all giggle about how cute said boy was. It would be perfect. Or at least close to. And I would be happy for the first time…ever.
But then the feeling started to seep away from me and the image of Briarwood slowly faded from my mind as I felt an aching pain in my side. When I placed my hand there, I felt warmth. Looking down at the aching spot, I saw a warm, sticky, red, nauseating substance coating my hands.
My head started to throb and my side started to hurt even more. Then I felt something hard hit me.
And then everything was a calm, peaceful black.
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