I woke up with Tristan still beside me. I slept like a baby, I could tell it was still dark. I grabbed my phone from my side table and looked at the time.
5:00 AM.
I'm supposed to be up at six. I put my phone away and closed my eyes again to try to go back to sleep. Another day at school today and I'm terrified. The populars will probably 'punish' me for pushing Blake and running away afterwards. What if they'll make up rumors about me and the boys will believe them? Shit. I need to talk about them about all of this. I just met them and I really don't want to lose them as my friends. I don't want Sam to be my only friend anymore. I barely see him lately. What if I end up my senior without friends? God I don't want to even think about it. I opened my eyes again and carefully stood up from the bed. I couldn't go back to sleep anyway. I grabbed my acoustic guitar and silently walked down the stairs, walked into the living towards the big glass door and slide it to the left. I walked into our big garden and sat at the edge of our pool with my feet in the water. I looked into the water and saw my reflection. My hair was all over the place and I looked tired, but most importantly I saw a broken girl. Me. I'm tired. I'm tired of being bullied, I'm tired of my parents never being home and I'm tired of being sad. I need to make an end of this. but how? How do I make an end of this? I know that if I fire back, that they'll fire harder. Why can't I be a bitch for once. I strummed my guitar and sang.
She sees them walking in a straight line, that's not really her style.
They all got the same heartbeat, but hers is falling behind.
Nothing in this world could ever bring them down.
Yeah, they're invincible and she's just in the background.
And she says,"I wish that I could be like the cool kids, 'cause all the cool kids, they seem to fit in.
I wish that I could be like the cool kids, like the cool kids."He sees them walking with a big smile, but they haven't got a clue.
Yeah, they're living the good life, can't see what he's going through.
They're driving fast cars, but they don't know where they're going.
In the fast lane, living life without knowing.
And he says,"I wish that I could be like the cool kids, 'cause all the cool kids, they seem to fit in.
I wish that I could be like the cool kids, like the cool kids.
I wish that I could be like the cool kids, 'cause all the cool kids, they seem to get it.
I wish that I could be like the cool kids, like the cool kids."And they said,
"I wish that I could be like the cool kids, 'cause all the cool kids, they seem to fit in.
I wish that I could be like the cool kids, like the cool kids.
I wish that I could be like the cool kids, 'cause all the cool kids, they seem to fit in.
I wish that I could be like the cool kids, like the cool kids.
I wish that I could be like the cool kids, 'cause all the cool kids, they seem to get it.
I wish that I could be like the cool kids, like the cool kids.I had tears in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I've never cried in my whole life. Not at my birth, not when I broke my arm and not even when someone died. I hate seeing someone cry, let alone me crying. I always loved making people laugh. It makes my heart melt. I'll never stop trying to make people laugh. I stood up and walked back to my room and didn't saw Tristan anywhere. I heard the shower turn on in the main bathroom. That's probably Tristan. I walked towards my bed and picked up my phone.
5:56 AM
I walked toward my closet, picked out my clothes and put them on. A shower wasn't necessary. I showered and took a bath yesterday. I walked into my bathroom, brushed my hair and teeth and put some mascara on. Maybe I'm meeting Ashton today. I ran towards my parents bathroom and quietly open their door. They weren't in their bed. Weird. Probably at work. I quickly ran into their bathroom. I grabbed my moms light pink lip stick and put it on. I'm lucky I have a pale skin. I ran bag to my room and thought about accessories. I walked towards my casket and put gold matching rings on my right hand and a big black and gold ring on my left hand. I wrap my black and gold watch around my wrist and and did the belt. I watched myself in the full sized mirror and I liked it. My hair was wild today. Should I curl it? Yeah... let's do that. I got out my curling iron. I let it heat up and I checked Instagram. I don't Get it. The populars hate me, but they still follow me on Instagram and Twitter. I saw a picture of Courtney and Ashton. Wait what. No. This can't be true. He had his arm around her shoulder and he was smiling like a child in a candy shop. I wanted to play with his hair and dimples. God! Why is he so cute?! Suddenly I felt a not yet familiar feeling. Jealousy. I wish that was me. I need a cute picture like this with the boys. I smile. I put my phone back and curled my hair a bit since I have wavy hair. I got one of my sunglasses out of my purse and put it in my school bag just in case. I checked if my journal was in my school bag, hang my school bag around my shoulder and put my shoes on. Tristan walked out of his room and smiled. He was in new pajamas. I wanted to ask him about it, but then remembered he took a year free before going to college.
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FanficSweet, innocent and caring. That's Nora Jones. When 4 best friends attend her school hell begins. One of them will join the populars and starts to bully her while 3 of them will be her best friends. Who is the anonymous caller? What is he capable of...