now we get real bitches

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Akira was surprisingly super excited for 'school'. Mother fucking 'school'. Well, she got dressed in a tan crop top with a white tank top underneath, black shorts, and gray converse shoes. Off to (mother fucking) school she went.

As she was walking, she felt a cold breeze. And she was startled. Why? Because it reminded her of something. Something terrible.

It was a nice and breezy spring morning. Akira was only seven at the time. Her parents went off to the store. And she went to play outside. But, on her way to her friend's house she witnessed something. A very horrible and terrible thing. Her parents killed. And someone held a bloody knife. And as soon as they saw her, they ran. Akira, sobbing so terribly that she simply wandered off crying her eyes out, just didn't wanna get involved. Because she knew if she did, she'd have to go to court. She'd have to face millions and tell them everything. And everything was what left her empty with nothing. Her past from then on was something she kept a secret. She went on, living without a single memory of it, until now. And she hated it. She hated every single second. So she ran. She ran all the way to school to stop herself from crying. And after that, she felt happy...but also guilty. And she hated that.

Misty and Ash were chatting away as Connor talked to Serena, who wasn't even listening but instead staring at Ash. Akira went over to talk to Brian. And also Nyla. They had bonded for the past few days. "So, prom?" Brian asked. Nyla glared at him. "Shut the fuck up. I don't give two shits about prom." Then she smiled and looked at Akira. "Unless that is...your coming. "Bitch..." Brian muttered under his voice. Nyla slammed his head into his locker and used her right hand to keep it there. Akira laughed. (So will you, no matter how shitty of a humor I actually fucking have...)

now i know you're probably thinking "omfg she finally got fucking serious!" but bitch we ain't done yet...

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