@existentpeace

Only girl in the group

You’re the only girl in a friend group with six boys. They treat you as one of the boys, like, literally. But you also walk them like dogs many times. You’re not like the mom of the group, but they listen to what you say, and do what you want. Yet you’re not a pick me. You are literally like one of the boys, even they say it.

The popular girl and the dirtbag

Ally smith was your typical pretty popular girl. Blonde, dark green eyes, very classy style. High grades, nice group of friends, most guys had a crush on her. She was naturally pretty, but used some blush, mascara, and lip liner.

Farm life

You’ve lived on the American countryside your entire life, living a farm life, grown up with chickens, cows, horses, dogs, cats, ducks, sheep, pigs. Garden full of vegetables, herbs, fruits. A swing hanging from the big oak tree. A kitchen with the windows looking over the countryside. An old stone cottage with your room on the second floor. Tiles on the stairs leading to the second floor. A weeping willow where you’d sat and read for hours. Vines growing on the sides of the house. Flowers everywhere. A forest close by with a river running through it where you and your brother swam as kids. Your dad’s pick up truck in the driveway, and the tractor in the farmhouse. You grew up with dirt under your nails, mud on your knees, the biggest smile on your face. You knew how to ride a horse the second you knew how to walk, how to milk a cow when you learned to spell, picked eggs in the chicken coop when you learned to tie your shoes. Soft music always playing. An old, countryside aesthetic to the interior of the house.

The transfer

A new transfer student, yippie. Well, it would’ve been a yippie if the tosser