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Bad Boy Prank (en Inglés)
Olivia Sewing (Autor) · Simonie Leroy · Tapa Blanda
Quedan 50 unidades
$ 37.63Kennedy is not like most girls. Instead of getting her nails done and gossiping, she would rather ride her motorcycle or dive jump. She didn't have any friends back at her old school, but will that change when she attends a new one? She meets the bad boy of the school, Ryder. One harmless prank of pouring some pudding over his head starts a whole other war. They prank each other and start to realise that they might have feelings for the other person and the other person might have feelings for them. Will they use that knowledge to their advantage?
Let me introduce myself. I'm Kennedy Andrews. 17 years old and I'm starting my junior year. Daughter of Isabelle and Micheal Andrews. I have two brothers. One was a year older than me. His name is Dylan. My younger brother's name is Nathan. He is 6. I know, it's quiet an age difference.
My family and I moved to Florida two weeks ago because of a job offer that my dad got. It wasn't really a problem for me to move since nothing was keeping me there. I didn't really have any close friends.
I was't a social outcast or anything but some people were just afraid me. Maybe it was the fact that I didn't smile at everyone I saw or that I kept to myself.
The girls at my old school were just to...girly. Everything revolved around clothes, make-up and boys for them.
Sure, I like to wear clothes, maybe put on some mascara and look at a boy, but I wasn't obsessed like they were. I would much rather ride on my motorcycle or toilet paper someone's house. Yes, I was that girl.
I could have hung out with the guys but they were just plain douchebags, so I kept to myself.
Maybe all that was going to change this year. Who knows? Maybe I would meet some people that had similar interests as me. And if I didn't, that wouldn't bother me either.
I finished with my shower, brushing my teeth and hair and all that stuff.
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