"what do you mean by pretty privilege?"
"I mean it"
"mean what?"
"well, the prettiest boy I know is sitting right next to me"
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karl x female
mature language
DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY THESE STUFF...
"Hello! I'm y/l/n nice to meet you!" "Hmm no" "Hey! I'm y/l/n!" "No..." "Hello! My name is y/l/n!" "No!"
I push everything off my sink, tears flowing down my face. Thoughts full of regret.
"Why did I do this? Why am I like this?"
Layla bursts through my door, with a confused or even scared face.
"y/n! what happened?" "my fucked up self again" "what do you mean?" "I signed up for being the cameraman for MrBeast!" "You mean camerawoman?" I punch her slightly in the stomach. "You dickhead!" "Okay I'm sorry, you just pissed me off"
I wipe down my tears.
"Can you get up? I don't want to mess up my dress being on the floor, anyways why aren't you dressed up?" "It's in 3 hours, calm down I'll make it" "I've been doing my hair for an hour" "Well I'm not a makeup artist like you, I'll just put on some foundation and shit, I'm not trying to impress anyone" "You should" "Oh please"
I get up and walk to my room, I have to start planning my outfit, I don't care, I want to go simple. I threw on a sweater and some ripped pants.
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"Are you really going to go like that?" "Yes, what about it?" "It's your first day" "Yes, I know!" "You should dress up more"
I threw a slipper at her, such a bitch.
"Excuse me?" "What" "My hair is messed up because of you!" "I don't care!" "I hate you!"
She flipped me off while going back to her room.
"I hate you too!"
I put on some slight makeup, brushed through my hair a little bit and grabbed my keys.
