Save Me

"Fucking bitch!" I scream.

I felt the anger pulse me as I check the notifications on my phone. Why the fuck do I even have social media? My life is so full of shit. I can't believe someone would post a picture of me without my permission! Actually they're snobby, arrogant, popular people of course the would.

"Looks like the most embarrassing story from last week was beaten by Sarah Sanders, Good job on walking into the guys bathroom!"

How is that even funny?!

I let out an angry sigh and grab my book bag for school. I'm so glad this is my last year, I'd doubt I could survive another one. I head out towards my door and start walking down the slightly cracked pavement. Suddenly I heard someones voice who could always make me smile.

"Sarah!" Jimmy yells.

I turn and look to see Jimmy's head popped out my cousin's black truck. I let out a chuckle and jog towards them. I felt my smile disappear as soon as I saw Brian and Zacky in the back.

"What's up Jim-Jam?" I ask plastering the smile back on my face.

"Nothing Matt just wanted to know if you wanted a ride to school." He answers grinning wildly at me.

I look back at Zack and Brian at the back. Brian just smirked along with Zack like complete assholes. I didn't want to ride in the back with them, knowing I'd probably get stuck in the middle of them.

"No thanks." I say turning back to Jimmy.

"C'mon Sarah!" Matt yells from the driver's seat.

Before I can turn around and head towards the high school Jimmy swings his door open, grabbing me. I let out a squeal as he flings me over his shoulder and shoves me in the back, forcing Bri to the middle.

"Are you fucking kidding me, I have to sit in the middle?" Bri complains.

I roll my eyes, and grab my phone out of my pocket, plugging in my ear buds and starting my music. I noticed Jimmy's lips moving and looking towards the back but I didn't bother, like I really give a shit.

I'l make this short. Hi, my name is Sarah Sanders. I'm 5'7 with copper brown hair. I'm 17 years old, almost 18 in a few months. My cousin and his friends are 18 and in my grade. I have brown eyes a contrast from the hazel ones my cousin owns. We are almost twins other than that, the only thing that bothers me most about his life, is his friends. One in particular, Brian Elwin Haner Jr.

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