Little Biersack

I cleaned my room as I danced and sang along with many artists that filled my CD player. I folded my sheets and hanged my clothes.
"Machiala? Package for you." My mom said as she dropped it off. I got the box and opened it. I got out a small necklace that had my birthstone on it. I got the note and smiled.
'Baby Girl. I'll be home soon, and I'll make up these past years. Love, Dad.'
I put it on and smiled even bigger.
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"I really like your necklace." Shiloh said, coming closer to me. "I think it would be a shame if I did this." She reaches for my necklace.
I grabbed her hand and pulled it, making her pull off the necklace. The stone falls, I kneel to retrieve it when her heel smashes the small stone. My heart crushed and exploded. I got up and grabbed her braid and pulled it so she was at my height.being 5'6 was sometimes an advantage, except when this little slut was wearing her heels, making her 6'0 solid.
"You got money rich girl?" I said. She nods and smiles, "well guess what?" I grab my water bottle and pour it on her head, her make up running down her cheeks. "Go wipe that with the extra money you have." I said and let her go. Ty was standing behind me, holding my books. He holds my hand and we walk away from the scene. Shiloh was yelling and all her followers tried to clean her.
"Why you do that?" Tyson asked.
"Not getting stepped over." I said. We sat on the grass area and took our lunches.
There was a girl with blonde hair coming towards us.
"Machiala right?" I nod. "Can I sit with you?"
"Sure." Her brown eyes gleam and she sits next to me. "What's your name?"
"Charlie." She says.
"Well Charlie. It's good to know you." She smiles and takes out her sandwich. Her arms littered with bracelets, some even stapled, some designs fades, others new. I've never seen a small girl wear so many bracelets. Her hair was wavy and blonde... She could easily pass through the stereotype blonde girls. Her jeans were torn, her plaid shirt buttoned and out.
"So tell us about yourself, Charlie." Tyson said.
"Well.. Okay, to clear out, I wanted to hang with you guys cause you don't give a shit... I need some of that in my life." She smiles, but it doesn't reach her eyes. "I'm a sophomore, so I'm 15 turning 16 in a few days actually. I guess that's all.."
"Take any extra classes?" I asked as I sip on my chocolate milk.
"I'm actually in the school band... Alto saxophone."
"That's cool.. I play viola and cello." I said and she smiles.
"Fellow band geek." I smile and Tyson chuckles.
"Yep, the guy right there does art." I said. "You should see it.Im proud of it,"
"You sound like a mom." I shrug.
" I'm a proud girlfriend." She smiles and blushes. we texted all day and talked all lunch. I was glad I made a new friend. She was great, and she loves the same bands as I do.

Lets just see how this friendship ends.

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