Not Another Faker

Chapter Ten

    Mornings. They just suck don't they, especially on Mondays. Waking up at five in the morning to go to literal hell. "Peach if you don't wake up you will miss school." "And that's such a bad thing why?" "Cause then you get to stay home with me." "Alright I'm up no need to threaten me." I get up brush my teeth. I slap my hair in a messy bun cause I just don't care.

    I walk to school since I live like five minutes away. But when I get there is when I regret crawling out of bed. I push open the door and everybody stares. Did I think the word about me wouldn't get around? No I knew it would. It's high school for gods sake. If you step on a spider everyone will know. I feel a hand wrap around my wrist. "Hey Jules." "Hey Say." "So Blake asked me if you were busy tonight." "Why?" "Cause he's having a party." "A party? I've never been to a party." "Really? Well are in?" "I don't know Sawyer after the stunt we pulled my mom probably won't let me." "Then lie. It's high school, you have to make it last as long as you can." "I'll think about it." "Alright text me."

       I walk into the girls bathroom and think of of something I had never thought of. Makeup. I never cared about my looks until now. I wish I could ask someone. But the only person in here is, Gigi. Even though Gigi is a grade A bitch, I have to say she is really pretty. Maybe there's some good in her, maybe she will help. "Hey Gigi, could you help me with something?" "Depends, is it to help you move back where you came from? Cause of course." "I want to look different, ya know look like I belong." "You mean like different clothes and hair?" "And makeup maybe. I would talk to my mom about this but she is very difficult."

     "Fine even though I don't like you, I like doing charity. First take your hair down." She rips my bun out. "Now this." She puts mascara and lip gloss on me. "Take the sweatshirt off." I took it off. "Oh I like your shirt. Now we rip your jeans." She ripped the tiny hole in my jeans and made it bigger. "There now you look, better." "Thanks Gigi." "Yeah whatever." I walk out of the bathroom alone and head to class. Sadly English.

    "Hello Ms. Maxwell. Are we going to have a tantrum again?" "Depends are you gonna single me out again?" "Alright class let's get started." The rest of the day goes by fast. But when I get home is when it's slow. Sawyer texts me saying that the party starts at seven which is in like thirty minutes. Here we go. "Hey Mom. My teacher asked me to do a study group for some students who are struggling. It's being held at a students house." "Interesting." "That's fine Jules have fun." "Joe what are you doing?" "Trusting our daughter." "Yeah just wait a second, hey Peach?" "Yeah Mom?" "Who's house is this study group at?" "Blake's, he volunteered." I walked up to my room. "Study group my ass, our daughters going to a party."

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