If you're reading this, you're too late

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  • Published: 22 Dec 2012
  • Updated: 4 Mar 2014
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"Sometimes the hardest part isn't letting go but rather learning to start over." - Nicole Sobon

"If you didn't love him, this never would have happened. But you did. And accepting that love and everything that followed it is part of letting it go." - Sarah Dessen

"It's only after we've lost everything that we are free to do anything." - Chuck Palahniuk

"A heart is like a fragile branch, it is not hard to break." - Me <3 <3 <3

My name is Sophie Brown, I have a secret. It is only shown behind hidden and locked doors. Can you find it?


2. Kicking butt

*Sophie's POV*

I had a lot of my stuff unpacked in my new house already. I was not looking forward for the rest of the day. It is the first day of school, and I don't know anyone. I guess you could say I have gotten used to my new home and it was pretty easy moving my secret around.

When I woke up, I hopped out of bed and ran to my bathroom. Did you hear that? I said my bathroom. I still have not gotten used to being rich. If I want something, I usual find another way of getting it instead of asking my parents, even though they usual notice something I want and get if for me anyway. Uggg, I keep going off topic. Back to the story.

I got into the shower and quickly got out. I ran back into my room and got dressed in some new clothes. I ended up wearing my purple skinny jeans, my black converse, and a grey t-shirt. I grabbed my sweater and threw it on also, when that was done I started to crimp my hair. Man I had a lot of stuff to do this morning.

I finally was ready and grabbed my bag, my car keys, and my phone. On my way I grabbed some coffee from one of the coffee shops I passed. I was out the door in like ten seconds. I got in my car, fixed my seat belt, and off I was. I turned up the radio and Ed Sheeran came on, I love him, but I don't tell a lot of people. I hummed along with it. I never sing, at least where people can hear me.

I pulled into the school parking lot and parked, grabbed my stuff and started walking in. As I was walking up to the concrete walking path to the school, I walked past three varsity basketball players, who were all talking. I made sure not to make eye contacts, I hate jocks. As I reached the concrete one of them whistled.

"OH, Dang girl." He looked at me like I was a piece of meat.

I knew I wasn't going to just let him hit on a girl like that, good thing I took Karate when I was younger. I wasn’t going to be picked on this year, I was going to be somebody, I was going to be known. I turned around with a smug look on my face and they were all just sitting there smiling. I walked up to him and kneed him in the stomach, and poured my coffee on his head. I smiled really smug again.

"I wouldn't do that again, Kay, buddy." I patted him on the back as I said it.

In my mind I was exploding, I can't believe I just did that. I am not good at talking to people at all, let alone, kneeing him in the stomach. He just shook his head as he squealed out two words.

"Stupid B****" I turned back around and kicked him in the crotch. He yelped again and fell to the ground. I thought it was funny, that none of his friends would help him, they were too scared.

"Now what was it that you said?" I asked all smart.

"I said sorry miss." Is all he could squeal out in pain.

"That's what I thought." I turned and walked off again.

I went straight to one of the bathrooms and screamed. I can't believe I just did that. I guess talking to people isn't all that bad, when you know how to do it right. I walked out of the bathroom and down the hallway and caught a glimpse of the boys that were outside. They all started laughing and the boy I kicked stared at me with an angry look. I laughed cockily. Then one of the boys that were just watching started talking to the one I kicked.

"Isn't that the bad ass chick that kicked your ass outside?" He must not have noticed me at first; he said it kind of late.

I had just gotten passed them when he said that, and I hate when people use that name for girls. I walked up to him, and kicked him in the leg.

"No, I am the bad ass GIRL, that kicked his ass outside." I said pointing at him. I hated swearing, but I was standing up for myself, so I felt it necessary.

But hey, he called me a bad ass. I liked the sound of it.

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