Bad Attitude Artinya Novels & Stories

“You were, of course, you’re just like all the others, snaring a rich guy using your charm and attractiveness. You're nothing but a manipulative, greedy gold digger.” Sara shouted, "How dare you! You have no right to accuse me of something like that!" Her face flushed with fury. Her eyes burning with defiance, she said, "I will not stand here and let you insult me." I will not be treated like this, you can’t judge me by saying I am a gold-digger cause I am not one.”

He said with wide eyes. “Marissa is going to kill me!” “What? Why?” “Oh, God. Why am I so stupid?” She squeezed her eyes shut, face palmed herself, opened her eyes again, and groaned in frustration. “Hey…” He did not know what he was supposed to do. "You are not understanding." "Make me understand." He rolled his eyes.

"You don't want to hurt people, right?." "So it is a bad word?" "Only if you use it in a bad way, like with the intention to hurt a person." He smiled. "Do you understand?" "So if I say that to a person, will that make me a bad person?" she said. He stared thoughtfully for a moment. "It doesn't necessarily make you a bad person, Sophia, but it does make your attitude bad. Because some people use that word out of anger, when their emotions are unstable, while others just use it as an expression."

He moved his gaze from the road and laid it upon me, making my heart beat so fast. “You want to die by getting raped and killed, huh? What the fuck is wrong with you?” He was so mad. I didn’t want to say something that would make him angrier, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill me—it was written all over his face. “I finally understand how you got your ass mixed up with Smash, you make decisions without thinking. Maybe you enjoyed being captured by Smash.” What he said broke my heart. He was so insensitive. I understood that he was mad at me, but he was very rude. I silently cried; it was hard to control my tears.

This can only be good judging by the guilty look on his face. “Ese tonto completely ruined the cake I made for you! He first put salt in the whip cream and if that wasn’t bad enough he burned the dulce de leche.” Marianna growls at him. “I am really sorry mom, I didn’t mean to mess up. Ximena, please don’t be mad. Pleeeaaassseeee!” He whines, giving me his best puppy eyes and begging me for my forgiveness.

My brain is like some kind of machine or some shit. What I got from Andrew is that everything he says makes sense he's just speaking in a different language. It's like some cultures read from right to left. Personally I think for kids like Andrew it's a choice, some people believer that we get to choose who we are before we come here. I don't know why the fuck that shouldn't apply to the autistic too. Maybe Andrew and his posse told the Big guy upstairs that they wanted as little to do with the rest of us humans as possible. Because from what I could see wasn't shit wrong with that kid, he's just a four year old with attitude.

I said feeling a little but uncomfortable because of how Travis was starring at me. “Yeah. It was nice for me because of you.” He said. Uh-Oh! I felt inwardly. Travis had that deep look in his eyes and a knowing thought crept in to my mind. “Travis I-“ “I’m sorry Lana.” He said surprising me. “I have been giving you a bad attitude since the night you turned me down. I shouldn’t have done that.” He said. I shrugged. “It’s okay. I understand.” I said softly. “I’m glad things are okay now. I just want us to be good friends .”

Once again, that stupid attraction to bad men. The young woman shook her head, trying to dismiss those crazy thoughts. The next day, Tiodor presented himself in front of her again. "Little girl." "Hey, I don’t like being called that," she dared to say, "I don’t know if you know this, but I’m twenty-three years old, I’m not a ‘brat.’" "You’re an immature brat, that’s what you are." Libia pouted and got up from the bed.

Lahat na ata ng negatibong kataga, pwede nang isama o ilarawan sa relasyon namin. Anyway, I don't care. We do not care. We are happy. We do not need the opinion of others. I don't take pleasure in them. Why would I need their reaffirmation on what they have to say? "You're a bad girl... Amari." He said in a soft and seductive voice.

Every thought we sent in came back with a distorted echo, every memory turned into a weapon against us. I gritted my teeth. “Ignore it. Focus on the center. Feed it contradictions.” Jax mirrored me, a golden flare spiraling into the amber. “We’ve got it. Keep it unstable!” The hybrid twisted, trying to counter our mental assault. Its aggressive twin was gone, fragmented from earlier, but the strategic one was far more dangerous—it was adapting with terrifying speed. Every time we tried to anticipate its moves, it adjusted. I felt a pang of fear. “Jax… it’s learning faster. Faster than we can counter.”