Rosie was sitting in the centre of the room. Her head was bowed, silent and unmoving. She'd inflicted so much pain on people; scratching, biting, even murder. It was probably all coming back to her now, that's why it hurt so much. He was so close. Just for a little while he loved her. Then he ripped her heart out her chest, threw it to the ground and scuffed it into the dirt. Even as he walked away, she just had to try one last time.
"I love you, Ivan"
"I hate you."
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"Guys?" Tilly was desperate. No one was talking to her anymore, they looked straight through her. What had she done? Why were they doing this? Even Bertie was ignoring her, flirting with Robyn right in front of her eyes. Even when she cried and screamed and begged, no one even bothered to look in her direction. It was a clear enough message, she just wasn't wanted anymore was she?
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Having an inferiority complex is one thing. Knowing you will never be the best is another. Fraser's father was always disappointed in him. No "Well done, son, at least you tried", only "Why can that Timmy boy do a flip and you can't? You're a disgrace to your family". His feet really had started breaking trying to keep up with him. And the worse part? He didn't even like dancing anyway.
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There goes Ivan, he'll probably hang around with his mates, have some wicked adventure, all while being flocked by all the girls in school. Nancy and Xander, probably sneezing off to awkwardly look into each others eyes and smile. Rosie, Ivan's no. 1 stalker, off to follow him around in a mildly threatening way. Elmo, off to plot some destruction somewhere. Timmy, breakdancing as usual, sipping from a carton of orange juice. Sam, the one boy who will never notice me, no matter how badly I wish he would. And me, Francine, the weird girl nobody wants to be associated with.
