It was a very nice sunny day, i was hanging out with my close friends. I had a black comfortable sweatshirt, dark violet-ish purple jeans and white Nike shoes, with dirt over them. It was very warm because i was wearing a black sweatshirt. I wasn't wearing anything under it. I have a brown wavy hair with gold strands on ends, blue thin strikes infront and dark blue hair under my normal hair, i was always into popular trends. I liked to be popular, it was fun. I was wearing glasses with magnetic sunglasses that i could put onto it. Me and my friends were having fun, going around the city, stopping in shops, then we went to my house and did makeup to each other, i had a fox type of eyeliner, pretty black lipstick, they were very good at doing makeup, i looked awesome. My friends went home and i came to my depressive side. I was sad all the time when alone, faked my smile. I had a crush on this girl.. her name is Kelly, she's so beatiful, a perfect girl I'd wish for. But she's in another class, doesn't communicate with many people and i don't think i impress her well. She's an introvert.
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Girls Can't Fight
ActionLots of men say girls are too weak to fight, right? Well I'm about to prove them wrong.