The Problems Of A Wall Flower(Preview)

Inspired by true events

Intro/Description:

The sexually frustrating, f-bomb dropping, pinnacle of burn outs, plastics, and homecoming heroes who glorify their biceps and how far they can run. Not to mention the whole: "your real parents dropped you off on the side of the road" bullshit I have grown accustomed too. Estrogen and testosterone filled my lungs, as I entered the halls of Summerville High. Duck calls could be heard echoing through the halls, as the trailer trash tribulation paraded around in what else? Their f*****g camo visors and jackets. Heartbreak from two week relationships filled the page of every "wanna-be Taylor Swift" diary. It was about as overbearing as the load that filled every steroid pumping gym teachers sack. Trapped with the underachieving crowd of zealot, literal wannabe drop outs who seem to want nothing more than to move away from the hellish statutory town. But this story isn’t some bieber song, no, it was the epitomizing cell called my life.

Their perfectly sized tits bounced perfectly in their "gucci" bras, inside their perfectly pink range rovers that daddy bought. Each with their perfectly blonde hair with their perfect boyfriends who eat their perfectly reasonable portions of lettuce, because "the plastics never gain weight". I saw through all that. Their golden exteriors have been rotten through, their poisoned hearts leaked utter bullshit into their lungs which crawled its way out of their protruding rib cage. They looked like malnourished dogs. The bleach from the hair dye did not renew their pompous reign, they're still toxic and no its not "britney b***h". I wanted nothing more than to crack their incompetent air heads into the pavement.

But of course I had to refrain from showing what I really did to barbie dolls, I was better than that. Their insults made me want to do nothing shy of purge every inner working of my stomach onto their pearly shoes as they walked past, hair flip and all.  "Welcome Freshman!" was plastered all over the upper hallways on papers and fake smiles, with fake teachers screaming in agony through their dull eyes. Little did they know I wanted out just as bad as they did.  

As enticing as the clan of flawless creatures seemed to be for it would be almost  impossible to fully denature one of them from their pink heel, prada bag routine for my own selfish benefits. Since 4th grade the female physique had caught my attention, so it was only to be expected I’d be attracted to a “mean girls” prodigy. I went from playing with blocks and stickers to thinking my friends were pretty. When I realized where my mind was going, I resorted to isolation and mass binge periods of starring at male models, movie stars, even going so far as porn stars and watching "Greece" in my spare time. I did anything that revolved around a strong male character with that seemed to whisk females away in hopes of tapping into my more straight side.

Author's Note

Just a short little portion of something I'm working on (:

Reviews

[Holly]

This is great... Please write more. I can't wait to read it :)

[anna]

Every time I read this I just can't help but be utterly surprised, love it babes. c: