There comes a time in every person's life where they feel like no one cares about them. Well for me this is a frequent thought. My name is Katherine Krice and I am seventeen. And, as if High School wasn't already awful, someone (whom I've hated for sometime now) has started spreading awful rumors about me.
But my life isn't completely awful... There's this guy in one of my classes who truly looks like an angel. Now I just had to get his attention. But this is easier said than done. I am incredibly shy and when he comes near me I lose my ability to talk. What would I even say? Better off to not say anything and hope he doesn't find out.
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Today started as any other would in my boring life. I woke up, got dressed, attempted to fix my hair and makeup, and was out the door by 6:35. I decided I would check my instagram... Who would have guessed... Not a single notification.
"What are you doing?" Chloe mumbled.
"Nothing... Why are you even by me? I hate you!" I shouted.
"Oh I just wanted to tell you not to go on Twitter." She screamed in reply.
This just made me want to go on Twitter more.. So I did. Worst decision ever. Right there on my notifications... Chloe Swartson: You'll never guess what I found out about Katherine Krice! I wanted to scream! What did she know? Nothing. I don't even try to associate with her.
We arrive at the school and everyone is huddled by my locker... 'Great! Just what I needed this morning'
A/N: No, this is not a personal narrative... This is strictly fictional not a single truth to it. But if you like it or have suggestions for next chapter please let me know!
