As A Cliché: A Short Story

Prolouge (Introduction)

Disclaimer this story is hella choppy, but kinda cute (lol me too) super cheesy so read at own risk. Tell me when u see a mistake and I'll change it. Thnks author out.

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"You're so cliche" I gasped letting a appalled look take over my face.

"umm hello there is nothing cliche about me, nothing" I stated looking, actually glaring into the eyes of the boy I thought I had a crush on.

"Really?" He asked "Favorite movie? I bet it's mean girls, you come into school every morning with Starbucks, you wear beanies and Uggs and leggings with an oversized sweater, and I bet you eat Nutella by the spoonful"

Woah. I never realized that. I stepped back from a victorious looking boy. I walked off completely ignoring everyone else I walked to the parking lot and got into my Mercedes. I started the car and for once drove away from school, past Starbucks and Panera Bread. On my journey to become un-cliche.... I think

Hello everyone my name is Katelyn Brash, but everyone calls me Kate or Katie. I live in Albany, New York with my mum and my dad as an only child. I go to a school called duh, Albany High. I blend in pretty well there, I think. A little to good I guess. I just ran into my crush, Dylan Hunt (aka: the player) in the hallway.

I know that I shouldn't have a crush on him like the other girls but I can't help it, but hey it's not like I've slept with him. I've had a crush on him since like the fourth grade, and the way up till now.

So like I was saying I ran into him in the hallway, some words we are exchanged and now my eyes are totally open to how people see me.

As just another cliche white girl.