" I hate my life. I hate my life. And I hate Sean."The school bus had dropped off Mya Smith six blocks from her home, and now she had frozen slush in the tops of her brown boots. Her toes were numb. Her ears were painful. Her lips were chapped. Her face was stiff from the cold and stung by the wind whipping her blonde hair. Her blue eyes streamed with tears as she faced into the bitter wind that tore at her, teased her, and sneaked through every opening in her clothes to slither along her goose-pimpled flesh.

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1. Not Having A Good Time.

   My First Fan Fiction.. But Just to worn all of you guys I'm not a very good writer...