Hi, my name is Renee Cas, but you should just call me Cass. This is my story. You might think this is another one of those stories where everything sounds irrealistic and where everyone's happy. Well no. This is far from being an enthusiastic one, but if you could just understand how meaningful this is. Through the whole entire story, you will find out the dreadful secrets of not only myself but many others.
I'm fifteen years old today. Mature and responsable. But what I was before... I was a freaking despair. So naïve, so quiet and shy. Basically, I was the retard. Or the nerd if you'd like to call me. The girl who was ignorant about girl's issues. The girl who all the others picked on. The girl who never had a first kiss.
My story begins in North Carolina. It was my first day being a 9th grader and my heart was beating at a hundred miles an hour. You know that feeling when you know you're not wanted? That's what I felt. Would anyone even remember me? I mean, apart from Chloe and Cece, but the rest, I imagined was like a hurd of wolves, searching for a troup of greasy nerds, ready to be attacked.
On the first day of school, I came off the bus and felt the same fear I'd always felt when I came off this so bright but so dull bus. My hands were moist, and I walked slow steps towards the big entrance doors. A big crowd of students were waiting in front of the school.
"Hey! There's the poodle!"
Ha. There's a voice I hadn't missed. It was Jeremy, yelling at the top of his voice. His hazel eyes were glaring at me with the usual 'Oh. It's her.' - look. His wavy hair was still as long and whipping his face whenever he made an action. Calling me a poodle? He had the perfect caricature of a dirty horse with a greasy mane. My curly hair was fluffy and bouncy alright, but I was too anxious to worry about him now. Who I was worrying about?
Felicia Simone and her crew. That was the bitch crew. The "populars". I had changed class and they were listed in mine with a bunch of others with a bad reputation. I barely knew anyone from my class, apart from a few. But they weren't my friends - they were far from being my friends!
Felicia Simone was girl all of us hated. She showed up at school wearing heels, showing her bra and squashing her perfect stomach with tight tops. She wore black kohl eyeliner and far too much eyeshadow, which faded her intense green eyes. Why would any boy like her? She was a fake girl getting attention from a bunch of sleazy boys. Wherever she arrived in the halls, or in class, the boys would click out from anything they were concentrated on and daze at her in amazement.
Even though my stomach was turning and my throat felt rough, I walked past Jeremy and entered the wonderul doors to what I would like to call... hell.
I pushed the heavy doors and the corridor was filled with students chatting to their friends, teachers unlocking rooms, and sixth graders rushing towars their classes.
"Hey girls, here comes the sex bomb" A few girls giggled and whipped their hair back.
My heart stopped. Felicia was in the crowd, standing proud and confident inbetween Sarah and Nina, her two "friends", or should I just tell the truth they're following her?
I stood in the entrance.
"Does the thing not speak?"
I opened my mouth, but not even my breath would speak.
After three insults in less than ten minutes, I dreaded the rest of the day.
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Secrets
Fanfic" There was a moment of silence. They were looking at eachother. Cece suddenly burst out: "Wow. Really?! So basically you just explained to us that you were living a painful, pathetic life by our side and that we're not popular enough for you so you...
