If I'm pretty, will you like me?

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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐒𝐚𝐝
𝐓𝐖:
𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬
𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬
𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬, 𝐑𝐚𝐳𝐨𝐫𝐬
𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠

Y/N POV:

It's my first day at this new school. I hope I don't get bullied, since everyone has bullied me all my life.

I got ready, I wore the assigned uniform for today, combed my hair, put my socks on, then wore my shoes.

I got ready, I wore the assigned uniform for today, combed my hair, put my socks on, then wore my shoes

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(^The uniform)

(^The uniform)

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(^ the shoes)

I got my backpack, then went to my car. I drove to school, then realized I didn't have my lunch with me.

"For fucks sake!" I yelled, hitting my steering wheel.

I guess I won't be eating lunch today. I took my bag, then got out of my car.

I take the paper the principal gave to me from my pocket, to see what number my locker is. It was 017 so I looked for it. I came across this group of girls, they looked at me, nastily. I just brushed it off.

After like 8 minutes of looking for my locker, I finally found it. I open it with the key the principal gave me, then put my books in it.

I closed it, then tried to find my classroom. I was walking down the hallway, when I hear someone say, "Hey! Wait up!" I didn't think they were talking to me, so I ignored it. "Hey! Come on, don't ignore me!" I realized they were talking to me so I turn around.

I looked over to the person, with a very confused look. She walked up to me before saying. "Are you new here?" I just nodded. She smirked, and I just smiled nervously. "So you don't know me?" She asked, I shook my head, "No?" I said.

"Oh, Well you better get to know me, or you're fucked. You ugly ass mf." She said, I flinched at her words, then just nodded. I started to walk away, trying to ignore what just happened.

I got into my classroom, then sat down. The group of girls I came across earlier, came into the classroom, I see the girl who told me to get to know her. I honestly had no clue who she is, or what she was.

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