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Lime Light: Da Skata'

Novel By: BloodyBlade
Action and adventure

I was always an outsider. I never cared about popularity until now. High SChool is so tough and the parties seem so cool. I want to go to one so bad. And the chicks their are extremely hot! Now I ahve to work hard to skateboard. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Nov 12, 2008    Reads: 131    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Lime Light

Da Skata'

I remember the story like it was just yesterday. It was a long time ago, not in your time but in my time. Well it all started when........

I was once a nerdy guy that wasn't that bad looking. Okay fine I was really bad looking especially about those pimples. But I was very smart, too bad the populars didn't care about smartness. They beated the sh** out of me. Everyday, I would come homewith bruises and sprained ankles and wristes and allt hat crap. If it wasn't that bad enough my dad was always stressed out by work and would beat my up with his leather belt. Real leather. Not that gay cheap leather that you buy at Walmart for like 50 cents. He bought this online. Crazy man thought it was cool. Well it was bought it hurt so bad. I would always end up in my room crying until that hurt. Then, I would write these beautiful poems that I would give to my neighbors. They always thought they were made by magicians or something because they were so amazing. Most of all, there was the most beautiful girl there. Her name was Ellie. They were all Irish, they didn't even care that I was Asian. They liked me anyways. If people were like these guys I would be one of the most popular guys in the world, but we can't always get what we want. I learned that from my dad.

Then, one day, they moved away. I didn't know why, but I had a guess. I think my dad told them to go away. I saw a note under his desk when I was cleaning for him. On it said,

Dear Mallory, (his wife)

I told our neighbors to get lost because our son is way to spoiled with them. And once I heard them laugh so hard the glass on our houses nearly shattered. But I honestly don't care about this kid. Please come and get him.

Your Dearest,


That note made me beat myself up for weeks. It was my fault that they left. It was always my fault.


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