portrait of a call girl chapter 1

I took a dozen shaky breaths before I was confident the tears wouldn't come back.
There's an ant crawling out of the crack in the wall by the only useless window in my room.
Don't let it out, don't let it out, don't let it out.At my old school we would all joke about how our high school is prison, how much it resembles hell.I stared at the green wallpaper decorating my room as another corner of it began to peel off right before my eyes.My new home is a piece of shit.You rds change endpoint don't ever sit there in your miniature chair, sipping on your Juicy Juice, thinking, When I get older, I'm going to pretend to be a boy plan cul lille so I can go to college!Here I go again, about to cry.Bart's School for Boys, always thought he was straight.Stupid fucking tear, you let one loose and a hundred others start to fall.
Is that enough to turn you into a prostitute?
I took a deep breath before I called out, "Yeah, dad.Homecoming Part 2: Girls14.No, I'm not fucking crying over my sorry excuse for a life, my piece of shit school, or my decaying house, because tomorrow I'm finally going to try and take control.That is, until he met new student Ben Cheney.It's only ironic, now, that I find myself in a place exactly like the satanic institution I once I imagined I was educated.

I'm going to change it all.
But that's bullshit, I can hear the neighbors in the duplex beside us pathetically fucking each other all night.
I heard his feet shuffling away from my door and let out a deep sigh.