IsabellaHolmes

“You guy’s aunt was awesome!” matt exclaims. “actually, that was just my aunt, considering, my mom was not the best mom, even though she was cool with the stuff i did, Eli’s mom wasn’t that cool, Eli is actually my step brother. my biological dad was an ass. when my mom was eight months pregnant with me, he walked of and married Eli’s mom, and it’s not because he didn’t want kids, because he had five kids with my “Step-Mom”. Eli was the only one who was nice to me, because we understand each other, we both had to have a Stepdad, and we actually met by accident. we became frien

    i get ready with the grunge makeup i use for concerts. i put my hair in a low ponytail, and i put on my normal outfit, cargo pants, a black tank top, a grey plaid shirt, and combat boots, but i keep my piercings, i put my eyebrow piercing in, and my guitar pick necklace with the key on it. overall, it takes me 15 minutes. “Hey Guys, do you think i should show off my tattoos?” i exclaim. i get “yeah sure, do whatever” from Eli, a “You do what you want girl” from Oliver, and a “Hell yes!” from Matt. “Okay then” i mumble. i grab a pair of shorts, and a white see through shirt with a

WARNING!! Does have cussing, don't like, don't read... haha thats usually on lemons- I MEAN I DONT READ LEMONS! *takes all lemon fics from favorites* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Damn it, Eli!” i yell in an almost guyish voice. i hear his laughing from the front of  the bus. “I am going to kick your ass!” i yell at my brother. “Oh calm down, its not that bad!” he says while turned around. “Not bad, i have my original hair color! I was platinum blonde! You know i hate my original hair color!” I yell at him and tackle him. “SHIT

I actually didn't make this, but the person who did got their account deleted, so I decided I would continue it, since I'm a natural tsundere. This is in the old times, so don't expect the police to come and arrest those guys. Although that would be hilarious. ~~    You frowned as you spotted the rich, snobby fancy girls walking down the street (( It's made out of stone))    " Ew....couldn't you at least have these polished?" One of the girls, Melissa (( If your name is Melissa, make it Izzy)) said as she picked up one of his fresh kiwis    " These don't need to be polished...." The old seller said. She scowled.    " At my house, eve