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Title: Beautiful Dirty Rich Part 1 View count: 33 Rating: 5.0 (3 ratings) Description: Sorry this took so long, really school is getting pretty tough since it's almost the end of the marking period, and my grades probably suck in math and science. So they may take some time to get out. But anyways just enjoy this one and maybe give us 5 comments for the next? Miley's POV: When I was living back in New York, I used to look at the girls wearing those short little outfits that basically allowed guys to see right up their skirts. I swore I'd never be one of them, but now here I am 4 years later, drunkly hanging onto a guy i didn't recognize. His glossed over eyes were wandering their way up my body, and making me feel uncomfortable. Not the kind of uncomforable you are when someone you have feelings for is looking you over, but when a random guy who just happens to be high, checks you out. I shivered and looked around the room, trying to spot one of my friends. I finally gave up afew minutes later and turned to the guy. "Um I'm gonna go grab a drink." I told him, pulling myself out of his grasp and stumbling my way through the crowd to the table eager to get away from him, I headed towards the bathroom. Words to a song I couldnt recognize blasted through the speakers, and shouts echoed throughout the house. Someone was in line for the bathroom. Moments later, a sickly guy came out, who looked paler then Voldemort, which left me shuddering in fright. The next guy went in, and when I heard heavy footsteps, I, fearing that it was that guy, banged on the door until the guy came out. I went in to continue my hideout. The bathroom smelled vaguely of throw-up, and the mirror was covered in shaving cream. People had been carving initials and drawing on it. I used my hand to make a hole, and observed myself. My brown hair was matted down, and smelled of smoke, while my eyes were bloodshot and my fingers had yellow tips. I pulled a picture out of my purse. I looked so different then.. I sighed and pulled a cigarette out of my purse, hoping to absorb the pain, just like Spongebob would. I lit the cigarette and brought it to my lips taking in a buff of the nicotine. It was a horrible way to take out my frustration, I know that much. But it's one of the only things i could turn to now. Drinking was another thing, I had started that on my own, when i was home alone one night. It was back home in Tennessee, now don't get me wrong. I wasn't as bad back then as I am now. I looked at myself in the mirror again. ''I've got to get out of here,'' I suddenly clutched my stomach, feeling like I was about to throw up, and then fell to the floor and gave way to dizzying darkness, banging my head on the counter as I fell. Copyright Disclaimer Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use. Tags: candyloverss99, Author: candyloverss99 |
