xXThatOddGirlXx

1. Yknow those journals I made about my parents getting divorced back on Cheesecake2oo1? Ya those were fake. My parents got divorced-I have two dads. But that happened when I was barely even alive. 2. I’m a liar. Seriously guys, if somebody says, ‘I never lie’ on their profile. They obviously lie. 3. I like Halloween, I’m a weeb for it. 4. I’m out of my nerdy phase back in 2010 and into my horror phase. 5. I’m not a virgin. Ik tmi but cmon. 6. I don’t really have a heart for victims, who died (anywhere or how) as long as I’m safe, it’s whatever. 7.  I had a bad childhood. 8. I might

Summer was just too damn hot. Jail didn’t have an AC, jail had hot cell bars and men who raped other men. Being in jail sucks. Especially for being in for twenty years. The officers could wear shorts and bring their own tiny fans while the prisoners had to suffer, like always. Pale hands held onto the bars of the cell, sighing. The hotness of the bars-burning her hands but she didn’t seem to Mind. “It’s too damn hot. Fuck.” She sighed, sweat leaving her face. Of course she wasn’t alone in the jail, everyone had a roommate. Boys had boys. Girls had girls. In this case, it was different. She had a boy. A

The swing moved back and fourth, the sound of old rope and the wind made its way, as pale hands holds onto the rope. Locks of hair went with the swing, brown. The ends were blonde as it shined in the sunlight. Her eyes, color of the deepest ocean, her eyelashes-long just like her mother’s. Her mind still had the imagination of being alone or being a princess, locked in a tower-but sadly that was just a dream. “Odessa! Dinners ready.” That sounds familiar-wait, that was her moms voice. The girl jumped off the swing and walked inside, taking off her brown heeled boots. She made her way to the table and sat down. “I