I am not the rebel I appear to be. I am not the stone faced, pink haired statue either. I am just a normal girl. I shouldn't even be here. It wasn't my fault.
Me? I'm innocent, a little bit anyway! ( contains swearing, some drug and alchol use )
‘I’m sorry Rose I feel like this is partly my fault.’ His voice was sad, begging forgiveness. I had given up forgiving him, he no longer deserved it. I had ended up here, this academy because I needed ‘help’.
‘Partly? You jack ass, your bitch ass fake girlfriend spiked my drink and offloaded her drugs on me, and she probably fucking called the cops. Partly? You used me like a doll. I thought. I thought you were a brother. You were my best friend. ‘I half shouted, I looked around the cold quiet room, the receptionist looked at me angrily.
‘Okay, Okay so it’s mainly my fault but I didn’t punch the teacher, I didn’t get drunk on campus or...’ I didn’t let him finish, he was right I did those things.