°𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝°

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           "          𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜, "𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚝, 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢"         "

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𝙴𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚛

I love the way the sun feels on my skin when it isn't scorching but it isn't too cold either. It makes me feel alive. I love the way when I bite straight into an apple the juice drips down my chin. I hate the sticky feeling after, but I love the smell and feeling. I love so many little things, and yet, I am a little thing. A small piece of the universe. The world doesn't know my name. So, the way I like sun, and the way I love the juice from crunchy apples doesn't even matter.

My school knows my name, however. I hear it from everyone every day. "Hey, Eleanor!", "Good morning, Eleanor!", "Eleanor!", "Eleanor!", "Eleanor!"  It almost hurts my head with how much it is repeated. My name is Eleanor Applecut. My parents are Celine and Ace Applecut, owners of ApplecutApparel and BlacKKiss. My school is known for having children of business entrepreneurs, or famous kids overall. Some kid in my math class's mother once walked on the moon. 

I attend Bliss Preparatory The most prestigious school in all New York city. Getting admitted into it is just as exciting as winning the lottery for $5B. Despite being here being such a lucky chance, it was quite full. 478 students exactly. I've counted the students list every single day since I joined, memorizing the names of every student in every class I have. Apparently, however, it's creepy to already know someone's name upon first meeting them before the first sentence slips off someone's tongue.

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I know all the popular girls and the jocks and the nerds. I know Alessa Cotton. The cheer captain. Every boy at this school loves her, but if they weren't such hormonal teenagers they'd realize her breast size is quite average. She has tan skin, platinum blonde hair, and freckles peppered all along her body. The boys make nasty comments saying, "I wonder if it's freckled down there too". Disgusting. The first time I met her I said I liked her eyes and she smiled. By the way people catcalled her then made me wonder if I was the first to comment on something besides her genitals. I wish they'd notice she's actually a very lovely girl before noticing her body.

I know Duchess Williams. I don't like her very much, and she doesn't like me very much. She's what you'd call a "pick me". Always inserting herself into conversations that don't involve her, speaking in a high pitch voice that settles between moaning and whining, and always hanging out with guys claiming girls (especially me) are "too much drama" and "dramatic". I don't draw fake freckles to look like Alessa and flirt with every boy who looks my way though, so I can't understand how I'm the problem. Duchess has black-ish blue hair (obviously dyed, but she claims it's natural) and fair skin. Her eyes are blue, but they're clearly colored contact lenses. She says it's her actual eye color though, and claims my green eyes are contacts. Duchess is a bitch.

I also know Dorine Fee. She's a strange young girl. The youngest in our grade, grades just enough she isn't failing. She's a few inches shorter than me and has pale skin and ginger hair. I'm not sure if she dyes it or not. I've never heard her speak and she moves quietly and shyly. I would've though she was shy if I didn't find out she does drugs and did it in a truck with Danny Moore last year. I realized half the time she's so quiet is because she's baked. I made an attempt to be her friend one time, but she looked at me like I was crazy and said, "Are you working for the government?" then ran and yelled "You'll never take me alive bitch!" before I had the chance to respond. I don't think she remembers that.