Madison: "Whatever."

Ashley: "You know I could kick your ass right here, right now."

Madison: "As if. I wouldn’t let you put your filthy lesbian hands all over me. You might get turned on."

Ashley: "Like I would want to touch your skankish ass. I’ll probably get an STD."

Madison: "Go fuck yourself Ashley."

With that Madison sauntered off to do whatever or whoever it is she does.

I can’t believe the nerve of bitch.

RING

Damn!

Ashley: "Yeah you’re damn slut of a girlfriend fucking pushed me down."

Aiden: "Oh get over it. Are you hurt? No."

Ohh Who is Aiden. Aiden is my best friend. He is the greatest, sweetest guy any girl could have in their life. He is Captain of the Basketball team for the King Cougars. Or is it Cobras? Whatever that is irrelevant. But honestly he is the best friend anyone could have. To bad he is with bitch face Madison. He can do better.

Ashley: "I don’t even know why I am friends with your ass."

Aiden: "It’s because I’m so cute."

Ashley: "Eww you wish. You are so not my type."

Aiden: "Yeah yeah I know. But I was at a time."

Ashley: "Oh fuck you Aiden."

Aiden: "Oh you already have."

Ashley: "Don’t remind me."

Aiden: "Ha ha!"

Mr. Harrison: "Ok class! Get it together and let’s get started. As you know this is the start of a new school year……"

And with that Ashley dropped her head on the dirty desktop that lay in front of her and drowned out the monotonous voice of her teacher droning on about the new school year.

Ashley: "What do you mean he died."

Ashley awoke eyes bugged out, sweat dripping down her face, and her breath hitched. All eyes were on her, staring at her curiously.

Mr. Harrison: "Miss Davies is something wrong?"

Ashley: "Um can I…Bathroom?"

Mr. Harrison: "Hurry back."

Everyone just watched her as she shot out of her seat and ran to the bathroom. She bombarded into the lavatory and walked towards the sink leaning on it and staring into the at her reflection.

Ashley: "What the hell is wrong with you Ashley? You can get rid of the dreams. Just don’t think about him."

How can you not think about him? He’s your father and you’re the reason he is dead.

Ashley: "No it’s not true."

You know it. You were the one crying for him to come home.

Ashley: "It’s not true."

You are the reason he is gone. It’s all your fault Ashley.

Ashley: "It’s not fucking true!"

She punched the mirror cracking it and breaking her flesh. She watched the warm red substance make its way down her fingers, to her fingertips, and dropping to the cold hard floor. She just stood there in astonishment, looking from the mirror to her bloody hand. Back and forth. She stared up at her disfigured reflection and a smile crept up on her face.

Ashley: "That felt fucking amazing."

–dunn dunn…has ashley found a way to vent? Comment ohh and i’ll try to post one tomorrow…that is of i don’t get alot of homework