Lol look who's making yet another lams book becuase she is low key avoiding her other one's-

I mean what-

This whole thing might or not be based off a song called "Roses" by chainsmokers-

Listen to the song if you never have so you'll understand this whole thing while listening to some gr8 tunes-

Enjoy this book i guess.

Bc it's gon be trash :')

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                  ▫Alex pov▫

Well fuck, isn't this just great.

I watched as my bully, aka John Laurens, dumped my book bag out, emptying all my papers, pencils and spiral notebooks.

I sighed, and he dropped my bag to the ground, and pinned me to the wall.

His face was twisted into a devious smirk, and he then proceeded to I knee me in the stomach, which hurt like hell.

"That's what you get for running away from a fight hamilton, see ya tomorrow hamilshit." His voice was cocky and he tried so hard to make himself scary, but i really don't care anymore. I clutched my stomach, wincing, and he walked away leaving me here to suffer as always.

"FuCk" i groan and slowly sit up, leaning against the brick wall. A slight breeze flutters a few papers away, and i sigh again.

"Fucking h e l l. Why of all days did he have to do this today?" I whine, and gather what strength i have, and put everything back into the book bag.

I zip it up, and stand to my feet.

Dizziness washes over me, as i stumble forward. After a few moments, i regain my vision and start walking.

The air was cold, and the sky was cloudy.

I don't really have a home per say, but i do live with some family member of mine. They say he's my uncle, but i never seen or heard of this dude in my life. His name is Pete, and he is 30 years old. He loves to make what little social life i have, hell.

My mind then drifts to John.

I never quite understood why he bullies me. He just does. Maybe it's becuase im a nerd?

Cliche mother fucker if he does.

Like, just because i wear glasses and I'm good at school, doesn't automatically mean im a nerd or i need to be bullied.

Im just somewhat smart.

So ha ha on him. He's a dumb bitch then.

To harsh?

Eh.

I continue on with my walk, getting lost in my head while silently talking to myself.

Then i reach the door.

I turn the knob, and open the door.

The stench of weed hits my face, and i gag, letting myself in and closing the door behind me. I see Pete on the couch, smoking. His eyes are lazily open, and his pupils huge.

Yep. He is high.

I dash upstairs, and shut my door locking it.

Bitch ain't hitting me tonight.

I throw my book bag on the floor, and sit on my bed.

I turn my pillow over, and take my thing that lets me feel better again. (( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))

I slip out a bag of weed i stole from Pete, and roll it with paper.

I grab my lighter, and lit it up.

Take it slow, but its not typical.

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How is this so far?

Did i do ok ;-;

-hiL