The next day she walked into school, wearing a long sleeve shirt hanging past her wrists. She hated long sleeve, so it was unusual, yet she had to hide if somehow. Her arm stung as her sleeve moved, she wished she didn't do it. She smiled as she past Evan, walking straight into he-who-must-not-be-named, he gave her a smirk. "Well, well isn't it Miss. Annabelle the Slut, did that Evan bot get into your pant yet or are you getting pregnant with someone else?" He asked laughing
"Oh you must be talking about the wrong person because aren't you the one with three different girlfriends, who you make out with in public?" She asked in a sassy kind of way.
"Ooooh!" His friends said, he looked annoyed, Annabelle walk past with a smile.
"Embarrass me in front of my friends again and you'll be sorry SLUT!" She heard Drake say, trying to get out the school doors as fast as she could. Unfortunately, she was stop by a boy a year older than her "So, I hear it easy to get inside of you, wanna make out in my car?"
"No, you jerk!" She pushed him and ran to her bus, only to get more abuse and torture from her busmates
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The Broken Brick Girl
Teen FictionAnnabelle Caramel is an 11 year old sixth grader at Daring Truth Middle School in Palm Springs, Hollywood. This young girl is strong, confident, kind, caring, beautiful, smart girl, but she still had flaws hyper, spoiled at times, whiny and boy craz...
