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do not steal at all.}Done. I was all ready for my first day of senior year. It was September 5th, and I was looking forward to my last year at Maine Central High School. Adrenaline rushes through my veins.
I take one last look in the mirror and I don't recognize myself. I used to be a platinum blonde with glasses and braces. Not that there was anything wrong with that. But now, I've made a transformation. My long brown hair drapes to about my hips almost, and my glasses sit on my desk. Contacts were a solution to that. My braces are finally gone, and makeup covers my once all natural face. I've made a transformation.
Not for anyone but myself, or so I convinced myself.
My bus screeches at my driveway, and I quickly run out the door and sit on an ugly trash green seat.
Finally, we're here.
I look down at my clothes. I have black leggings, a maroon tank top, and a white cardigan. I have white converse with low socks. I sigh and walk to my locker, and I see my best friend Kimberly. "Are you the new girl?" she asks, smirking at me.
"Kimberly, it's me. Noelle." I sigh.
"I know that! Would I forget my own best friend?" She replies, defensively. She's always been the defensive type around me, especially lately.
"Well, it wouldn't be the first time." I stick out my tongue.
One time at the mall she completely forgot about me. She went off with her on and off "boyfriend," she wont tell me who he is by the way, to God knows where and left me eating French fries in the food court for two hours!
"NOELLE!" She laughs.
I giggle slightly until someone taps my shoulder. I whip my head around.
If it isn't Catherine Danielson. The spawn of Satan. No joke.
"Well well well, if it isn't Noelle Marshall. The schools biggest loser." She'd laugh, and two of her friends giggled behind her.
"Um? What?" I say, annoyed that she is even breathing in my direction.
"Don't mock me." She'd shove me against a metal blue locker.
"Hey, Catherine stop!" I'd hear a voice yell.
"Let me go!" She suddenly was lifted off me, as she wails angrily. He then carries her away. It was... him?
Him.
Tyler Hollande.
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Teen FictionNoelle Marshall never asked for help. But when Tyler Hollande takes it upon himself, she'd never guess what'll happen next.