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In this world, there's three type of girls:Rather the girl who doesn't care because she thinks she's to cool for everyone, the girl who is the Queen B and has everyone eating out of the Palm of their hands, or there's my type; the girls who acts like she has a great life, but really, it's hell behind it all.
I'm what you call, your typical girl. I can be an angel, or a devil. But I'm not a bitch. That was the second type of girl.
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I woke up to a dog licking my face. "Timber get off me!"I yelled at the German Shepard on top of me. The dog walked out my bedroom door like he owned the place.
I got up from my bed and wiped all the slobber off my face trying not to throw up. I walked down the hall toward the bathroom. I studied myself hard in the mirror. I looked into my blue eyes, then at my long brown hair. "Ew. No wonder I don't have a a boyfriend," I laughed to myself.
I walked down to the kitchen to see if anyone was up. Of course, I was first up. I glanced at the clock that read 6:30AM. I grabbed an apple and ran up to my room again.
I skimmed through my closet and picked out a white tank top, white button cardigan, and black tights. It must have been my "known" outfit. At least that what my friends told me. I put on the outfit, did my makeup and grabbed my bag.
Eating the last bite of my apple, I felt my phone vibrating in the pocket of my tights. I pulled out my phone and read the text. "Hi. Do you want to pick me up?? I want to ride in your car instead of the bus😂 thank Ya babe❤️ -Tiffany." I rolled my eyes and answered, "sure. But be ready. 'Cause I'm not waiting an hour again."
I got in my car and drove towards Tiffany's house. She was waiting outside, which was a relief for me not waiting for her for hours. "Hi," I said to her. "Thanks for picking me up.. Again." She replied back.
We drove up to the school, while she was texting away on her iPhone 6. "Wow. You're addicted to that phone." Tiffany nodded her head like she was hypnotized by it. I laughed and parked my Toyota red car. I had to admit, I was in love with my car. It was the one place where I could be and not be bothered.. Not to much.
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Lies Behind the Truth
Teen FictionBlaze is your typical girl. She's nice, pretty, and funny. But she has some secrets hidden in her eyes. Can she get away with the lies, or will she be caught by her friends and family?