The sleepover

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I was waking down the hall of my school when a bunch of girls walked up to me and asked if I wanted to have a sleepover and as they walked away they laughed, I want to go but I don't, I decided to go and that night they wanted to do my makeup and I said yes, the next day I walked down the hall thought I looked all pretty, but someone came up and told me what the girls at the sleepover did. I went home that day and cried my eyes out. As I thought to myself I'm making friends, they decided to write pathetic across my forehead
in lipstick, loser across my cheek, not wanted,ugly,slut all over my face, just as I thought my life was getting better it wasn't, it was getting worse.

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