Chloe's POV:
I woke up, tapping my iPhone 5s, to Dismiss my alarm. I figured 'hey, it's really comfortable and my bus doesn't come for almost an hour' boy was that a mistake. I overslept, and it wasn't until 8'o'clock, 4th period! I jumped out of my twin, onto my fluffy DIY rug. I clicked my heels like Dorothy, that was my good luck for the day. I ran into my closet, fleeing through hangers and hangers of shirts, my clammy hands sliding against the bar. I threw on my floral Forever 21, flowered foral whomper, with spaghetti straps. Good thing I shaved my legs before hand! I found some pink flats. I combed out my thin blonde hair, starting at scalp, finishing at tips. My golden ombre ran through my STILL clammy hands. My hair was straight, due to my new Chi. I applied my eyeshadow, blush and mascara. And ran downstairs. Now it was 8:50, I had to get to school.
I ran up the steps of Paris Pam Parrie high shool. I know, hard to say. Alliteration makes me furious, mostly because I could never say it. We just called our school "Tripple P". I ran to my locker, slamming in my B.M.P into my slim locker. I grabbed my essay, and sprinted to class, but at every opened door, I would walk so no 'detenions' could be given. I finally reached 2015, and busted in as he said "Chloe, read your essay." He was looking down, and right before my skinny thighs and no-butt sqaushed the seat, he looked up, "Chloe, perfect timing, read your essay, please." I stood up and walked to the front of class. I smiled, avoding showing my braces. I licked the inside of my cheeks, cracked my knuckles, and rubbed my nose, as I alwaysed did when I was nervous.
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Can You Keep a Secret?
Teen FictionMaddie and Chloe have one heck of a life. They are, well, popular, I guess. They were in the middle, but they had a secret, that nobody new except, the new girl, who also wanted to fit in, Kendall. She wants to be popular, and mabey, spilling their...
