Welcome to Loserville

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Natasha started sashaying away then she stopped on her tracks as if remembering something. I swear she was smiling. Then as quick as lightning she turned around and ripped the bracelet off my wrist. All the fake pearls  rolled onto the floor and everyone gasped.

But I didn't care. It was our friendship bracelet. "You know what that means?" Natasha asked me. "Yeah that our friendship is OVER." I replied. I lunged for her fashion designer clothes and got my hands into the button gaps and tugged. There was a loud ripping noise and Natasha looked madder that ever.

She lunged for my hair and pulled. My hair fell out and I grabbed her perfect bun and started pulling out tufts of hair. Natasha screamed and held onto her head. I took the chance and grabbed her cute little Diamond necklace and pulled at it. The chain broke and the charm fell off letting the diamond roll away. Then I realised it was fake.

"You little brat!" Natasha tried to insult me.
"At least I don't wear fake gems for popularity!"

Natasha looked so mad. Her face was going purple. You could see her hands clenching together as her eyes were boring into me. She shrieked so loudly and pounced on me. I pushed her off and got up but she got hold of my necklace too.

She couldn't break that! It was from my dad! Just as she was about to pull, George stepped into the middle and shouted "Ladies! Ladies! Calm down! Cut it!" But both of us weren't finished yet. Natasha let go of my necklace and charged at me I was about to push her when someone pushed me.

It was George. My one and only crush George. But what hurt me must was when he said, "Your not even popular anymore. So back off." Tears started to well up in my eyes. Only if they knew what was happening to me right now then thy would understand.

George walked off with Natasha by his side. I got up and walked to the loser group. I'll hate you forever George. I don't even see what I used to see in you.

The losers were surprised to see me there but they welcomed me. I translated:

"Welcome to Loserville"

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