Hi, I am Amika Folks. When I was young, everyone said that I was unique, and cool, since I had amazing black hair, with emerald green eyes. Even though everyone I meet are really nice, I hate on how they always comment on my face technically. I've always wondered why people can't comment on how I had ace ever subject so far, was never late only for doctors and dentist, and was amazing at almost every sport. It seemed that everyone loved me for my looks and that's it. Even though I hated it, I grown to accept it.
Being like this means there are always these girls who will hate me to the bone. The 'popular' girls. Michelle, Brittany and, Brooklyn, who was the leader and she was the evil one. Every class that I am in, she and her friends were in it to.
There is one person that doesn't bug me, and her name is Becca. Everything was fine until we got to grade 10. Becca stated to act wired. So I told my mom and she said that it was all about growing up, and that she would be back to normal in a couple of months or something. She was wrong. In grade 11 things turned darker. She started to hang out with Brooklyn and her friends, and soon started to play mean, cruel, pranks on me, but when ever they did, it always back fired, and I don't know why, but it always did. For some reason when ever it did happen, there were always the purest of white feathers there. I asked other people if they saw it too, but they said no.....
Now, I'm living life to the fullest. After all this is my second last year.
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The Winged Ones
FantasyI am, Amika Folks and I live a perfectly normal life, in a perfectly normal family, and a perfectly normal world.....or so I thought. One day I started to be chased from hooded people and fell down a hill. When I came to, I was in the clouds. I kne...
