I drove what felt like hours to my new school, and boy was it a dump. There were people hanging all around the 3-story building, hanging around in circles with their respective friends. I looked down at my outfit, my car, and my face flushed red with absolute horror as I prepared myself for the onslaught of mean comments that will surely come my way.
I maneuvered around the students, trying to hide my face as they all waved at me and asked to be my friends. I can't believe that some people are just born cruel! I finally found a parking space next to some guys, and grabbed my high quality Gucci bag and hopped out of my car. I attempted to sneak away from the mildly attractive men as one suddenly caught my arm. "Hey girl, you look nice, do you want to go to my party this Saturday? We're all going to play go fish and drink soda since we are underaged!"
I screamed as I used my modest Krav Maga and various martial arts training to drop kick the potential rapist in the throat. Running away, I stopped as I reached the school entrance, hardly believing what happened to me my first day. I can already tell that I'm going to be a social outcast.
As I flipped my sparkling bleach blonde hair and prepared myself to walk into my new nightmare fuel, I ran headfirst into a man. Shaking in absolute terror, I muttered about ten sorrys as I looked up at the man. He was a beautiful man, looking about to be in his twenties, with perfect blonde hair and the deepest blue eyes. He was looking at me like he was viewing a model, so I questioned him on his gaze.
"Oh sorry, I was just surprised to see someone so gorgeous! Are you hurt?" His voice was a husky murmur, one that would harmonize perfectly with mine.
I shook my head as I modestly looked down at my $500 shoes and was about to leave when he whispered, "Because it must've been a long fall when you fell from Heaven." I blushed and looked at the man, still staring into my eyes and admiring my gorgeous appearance. I quickly slapped him though, as I knew he was lying because who would ever believe these lies that he was so carelessly spewing at me. The bell thankfully rang afterwords, and I jogged to my first class, dreading what else this torture chamber would have in store for me.
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