"Don't talk to me or even look at me EVER AGAIN!!"
"Wasn't planning on it so just-"
Wait, before I can get to that I have to start from the beginning.
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It was 7th grade when I first met her. Oh sorry, let me introduce myself.
My name is Skylar Arianna Price. I'm in 11th grade(junior). I have boring brown hair, hazel eyes and a perfectly horrible nose.
My best friend, Riley Carlini, is the one I was talking about earlier. Blonde hair, blue eyes, short but not too short, and beautiful. But she doesn't think so.
It's weird, we are besties but we are like totally opposite. I'm ugly, she's fabulous. I'm boring, she's exiting. All the boys want her and not me. I'm just the boring friend that nobody cares about.
We first met in 7th grade when I, being the clumsy one, ran right into her in the locker room before cheer tryouts. We instantly
bonded and were friends ever since.
This us my story of how cheer broke us apart. Or did it?
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Cheer Could Break Us Apart
أدب المراهقينWe were best friends since 7th grade. But ever since we joined the Junior cheer team we've kinda drifted. She would hang out with the others, not really talk anymore, and we wouldn't practice together either. This is the story of me, Skylar Arianna...
