Question

Can someone check this out? I wanna write this book but I want people's opinions.

Answer 1

i love the idea!

Answer 2

the covers cool too!

Answer 3

where will you post it?

Answer 4

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Answer 5

sounds like a good story

Answer 6

YAY I want to read more :)

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Answer 8

that....was.....great,SHOW SOME MO

Answer 9

damn that is a great chapter once you make this send us a copy

Answer 10

Great I like this story :)

Answer 11

Summary:

Kenya is the bad girl of the school. You want something done? Talk to her about it. Your boy/girl friend cheat on you? She knows how to get revenge. She’s not the queen bee; she just doesn’t care about other people. Josh is the nicest guy in the school but Kenya has never taken a first glance at him. After all; boys come to her. Not the other way around.

Until one day, her mom gets in a car accident with Josh. Suddenly; her world gets turned upside down, unexpectedly falling in love.

Bad boys go good; but can the bad girl do the same?

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CHAPTER 1

Kenya P.O.V.

There are rules for me. Rules that you are required to follow if we are to work together. This is how I work. I have no friends. I don’t have people. People have me. I am a last resort. I’m the girl you go to when you have nothing to lose. Why? I make plots. I get revenge. I deal with problems. I am no ones friend. You have a dilemma? I can solve it in an instant. With a 4.0 GPA I can go to the highest college, or become the best thief you’ve ever met. But that not your problem. Your problems are my rules.

Rule One.

You tell no one of my workings with you until the revenge plot is over.

Rule Two.
You give my number to no one.
I will give you my number. But once our job is over, you will be blocked until a future job.

Rule Three.
I have the ability to take one favor from you.
No matter the time of day, or night.
You are in debt to me.
I will only take one debt for each job you assign me.
I get to decide how you will repay this debt.
I give my word that I will not ask for money.
But it can be dangerous.

Rule Four.
We are not friends.

Rule Five.
You need to want it.
With every piece of your body.
You need to want it.
You need to breath it.
It is after all,
your revenge.

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My alarm clock goes off and I force myself to sit up. Shivering I get out of my tiny bed and grab my clothes that I set out last night. School. Ew.

I don’t hate school. It’s just boring. I don’t have friends, so I just sit and take tests.

“Honey you’re gonna be late!” My mom calls out from the kitchen.

Ever since my dad walked out on us last year, it’s been just me and my mom. “In a sec mom!” I yell over. We lost our house because my mom didn’t have a job and we had no income. I grab my previously packed bag for the day and my set of clothing and go over to our bathroom. Taking a five-minute shower so I don’t fog the mirror I get out and put my clothes on. Applying minimal make up, I grab my bag and walk to the kitchen. “Hey ma.”

“Hurry darling! I don’t want you to be late for your first day of your senior year.”

“I’ll be fine ma,” I say as I grab a bagel, some cream cheese, and my keys. I give her a kiss on the cheek and walk out the door saying “I love you, ma.”

I walk out to my favorite vehicle, my GT86 with its 1,240kg rear-wheel drive and 200bhp and the traces of Porsche or Lotus in the way it goes down the road and around corners, it’s in short, my baby. I completed a job a while back and in return, he pulled some stings and I got the car for about 3,000 dollars and a lifetime of repairs on it. Great deal. I pull up to the school and park in the teachers parking lot which is closer to the school. That was another job. My first year here, my teacher wanted revenge on another teacher and in return I got his parking spot for the rest of my stay in this high school.

Going through the back of the school with my skeleton key for the school, (Completed a job for the last principal) I walk to class and sit down. Today was going to be a long day.

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“Kenya Brower.”

“Here,” I called from the back of the classroom.

“No,” he says as I look up into the eyes of the eyes of the newest teacher, Mr. Phelan. “Walk up to the front and write down what you believe the answer to be.”

“Fine,” I say. Post the hardest question you can think of and if I solve it correctly, I get no homework for the year. I want A’s for all of it.” He looks at me questionably and then raises his eyebrow.

“Fine. But if not, you have to be my TA for the year.”

“Deal,” I wink.

He walks over to the front of the classroom and writes \[For~all~real~numbers~b~and~c~such~that~the~product~of~c~and~3~is~b,\\which~of~the~following~expressions~represents~the~sum~of~c~and~three\\in~the~terms~of~b?\]

He looks at me and says to “Solve it.” After that he starts the class while I solve the problem. “Class is two minutes from over, are you done Miss Brower?”

“Yes,” I say. I look at him, walk up and write \[(b/3) +3\] and walk back to my seat. Completely stunned he looks at me in awe.

“I guess I made a deal…and you help up your end of the bargain. How did you do that?”

I look at him and the board and say “Math.”

Name is stated. Fav food is anything mexican, color blind. dream car? my favorite vehicle, is GT86 with its 1,240kg rear-wheel drive and 200bhp and the traces of Porsche or Lotus in the way it goes down the road and around corners…*sigh*

Answer 12

AWESOME!!!

Answer 13

AWESOME!!!