My Dare Game

Fake Beauty

Hi Guys! This is my first fan fic on Wattpad so I hope you enjoy!

Katie xx

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Harry was walking through the corridor, I looked at him wondering if I could love anyone more than I loved him. I have had a huge crush on Harry ever since second grade. We used to be best friends until she came along. Miley, she was perfect. She had guys attention and didn't even want it. Guys falling at their knees for her, carrying her bag and she loved it. Harry was unfortunately one of those guys.

It all happened in ninth grade Miley and Harry got together in a game of seven minutes in heaven at my friend's party. I wasn't there because my dad was slowly dying.

Dad has had cancer for the past two tears and since my mum isn't around, i'm dad's legal carer. Yeah I get to miss out on things like parties and festivals but I would rather spend time with dad then go out and get caught up with all the drama. Times are hard at some points but anything to help get dad better will always come first. I know dad isn't always going to be there but he is here now and I will always treasure this time I have with him.

"What are you doing!?" Miley snapped as I returned to reality.

"Um uh nothing..." I slowly mumbled.

"Don't lie to me; I know you were looking at Harry. Do you think I haven't noticed the way you look at him!?"

"No, Miley I wasn't..."

"Shut it you piece of crap!" Miley hissed.

Miley might of been perfect on the outside but in the inside she was a bitch. A soul sucking bitch. She talk to everyone like they were nothing, like they were peasants. But Harry never saw it, I tried pointing it out to him but he refused to see it. Harry had fallen for Miley.

Fallen so hard he had it hell.

The bell had finally rung and suddenly the hallway was filled with sweaty teenagers. I had managed to slip my way through two giant football players and had finally made it to debate class. I sat down next to Meredith, my best friend.

"Hey where have you been? I have been looking for you all morning!" She joyfully screeched.

"Hey sorry! I was just catching up on my chemistry."

"Sam! I know what that means!

"And so do I." Suddenly a terrifying snake like hiss came out of no where.

"Oh go away, Oh and Miley I can still see those bags under you eyes. What have i told you about using concealer." Mere argued.

"Settle Down Students." Mr Martin yawned. "Your assignment on a argument of your choice was due in today. Samantha you're first."

"Thanks Sir and My name is Sam. My argument is on fake beauty." I glared at Miley and saw a smug look on her face. "Why does it even exist? We all try and look like the airbrushed models in the magazines we read but really we will never look like them."

Miley stood up straight away.

"I'm not sorry to interrupt but may I say some of you can't look like models where as we don't have to try." She pointed to her and her friends sat at the back of the class. I was mortified. I quickly snuck back to my seat and sat down while my dignity went running down the drain.

I didn't see the point in some people's arguments like "Lady Gaga should not be allowed to dress like a prostitute." and "Why won't McFly notice me." Mere sneaked me a note it read: 'Heya just ignore Miley she is just stuck up and a fucking slut.' I looked up to Mere. She smiled and nodded. Looking at her I realised she had a couple of bruises on her arm. She had probably just crashed into something since she was so clumsy.