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THIS IS THE PROPERTY OF OLIVIA BENSON
TOUCH AND DIE
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Day five in this hell hole they pass of as an education system. It feels like a holding place till they toss us in the real world with no training what so ever. "Hey kid jump up and down for joy at a pep rally now because once graduation happens life with kick you in the balls." What they don't know is life is already kicking me in the balls… Well figuratively. Are you ready for this journal, my shitty life story. Serena, my "mother" was raped and nine months later here comes me. Not exactly the way she planned to have children, so to cope with having me, she drinks a lot. Another great thing about my life, the bitch hits me. So its best to stay in my room with my headphones on and stay out of her way.
I'm ignored here. I walk down the hall head down dodging the crowd. Oh well I take that back I'm not totally ignored, when I'm being tortured by the blonde and her followers that's not being ignored I guess. So from being tortured at home and being tortured at school my life is fucking peachy.
Alright enough of this sad story…well I hope. UGH Fuck school! Hell FUCK HOME! So ok I'm sitting in lunch and it's so loud in here I can't even put in my headphones to drown out the noise of idiocy. Of course it's only me and Casey sitting at the table, and she is so deep into her debate homework there is no need to try to talk to her. What … Why did it get quiet all of a sudd…
"Hey Olivia, Can I sit here. " I look up and all I see is muscles, square jaw and blue eyes. Shit its Elliot, why the fuck does her want to sit here … All I can do is shrug
"Free country and that seat is open, go for it Stabler." He laughs taking the seat right next to me. He is talking to me now …Guess I should pay attention.
"Olivia what do you think of Mrs. Ward's class?"
"Mind numbing torture. The women cannot teach and I think she is a cat lady…Literally. You know drinks out a dish of milk and has fur balls." SHIT SHIT SHIT SHUT UP OLIVIA! You are sounding way to weird .Wait…He is laughing, at me I bet .
"Man I can so see that, her chasing around a mouse and chasing a light." I laugh with him knowing he isn't laughing at me. The bell is now ringing and he stands up and grabs his books.
"Hey listen Liv , is it cool if I sit with you tomorrow. You're kinda a cool chick." I look up and smile.
"Sure meathead" He laughs and walks away.
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So Casey was going nuts because Elliot sat with us at lunch. She dragged me into the bathroom as soon as the bell rang . Jumping up and down saying "Oh my god" over and over. I try to calm her down by saying he was not a god , that he was just a guy. That didn't work , she rambled on about how he was created by Zeus himself. Well he is good looking…very good looking… hell who am I kidding he is HOT!
The rest of the day dragged on like it always did. Now I am sitting on the subway on my way home, my favorite part of the day . Me , my headphones , and my journal . Brand new journal smell, it's kinda nice but so not going to smell you in the subway. Well here is my stop. Damn. Lets say it again DAMN!
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Chores are done, homework is complete and dinner is made all before Serena comes home. Am I good or am I good . Sitting in my room wondering…why the hell Elliot wanted to sit with me. I'm nobody and he well he is known by everybody. You know the type … Football playing god , school president , and all around hottie. Not that I noticed he is … yeah no.
He is with the type he was designated to when he got into high school. You know the type. Blonde , blue eyed bubbly prom queen bitch. Oh the Barbie's name is Kathy. I can't stand her , with a fiery passion. I mentioned her before .the blonde Genghis Khan with her legion of followers.
I don't know why I am her number one victim. Shit I didn't do anything, well that's not all entirely true. Not my fault she got caught cheating on my test. I mean come on, who cheats on an art test and it's not my fault that I found it so funny I laughed until I cried. When she first started torturing me it started on my cloths, then my intelligence. That's when it got ugly … I don't remember exactly what happened but I know my fist meet her face. When I got home that night is when Serena's fist meet my face. That's why I like to be ignored and invisible.
Oh great I hear bumping around..Serena is home. Time to lock my door and hope she doesn't want to have "bonding time" . Bonding time meaning….Her fist hitting me…over and over . Wow its kinda comical how fucked up my life is. Oh well , time to go to bed it is after midnight and I have school in the morning.
Wonder what lunch with Elliot would bring. Is this a part of some cruel scheme planned by Kathy or is he being nice. GAH stupid high school conundrums.
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OH SHIT GET THIS! I was walking down the hall to get to my first block and I noticed everyone was staring at me.I thought my zipper was down or something. Until I got to my locker … THERE WAS FREAKING Balloons taped to it and a card . I snatched it up and popped the balloons with my pen fast! I like being invisible and that was definitely a attention getter. The card of course was marked for me, so I ran to the restroom to read it .
Dear Liv,
Cant wait to have lunch with you today. Maybe we will laugh as much as we did yesterday.
Your friends , Elliot
THIS IS TO FREAKING WEIRD TO BE TRUE!!! I mean…he is a jock… does he have a creative bone in his body? Is it lunch yet?
AN: YEAH , CONCEPT KINDA NEW FOR ME... I WAS PEER PRESSURED BY A MOOSE AND A MONSTER...YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE