I walk through the hallways of school. I slowly pass through people. A girl bumps into me. Her expressions show her disapproval of me. She turns and walks down the hallway, as her blonde hair swings to the beat of her feet. I turn and keep walking. I pass two manipulative girls. They whisper something. It's most likely bout me. They stroll over, as their louis vuitton swing in their hands. Their perfectly painted nails shine in the light.
"Keely, what a beautiful set of earings!" a girl says as she swipes them out of my ears.
"Nice hair!" says another girl as she yanks it.
"To bad little skanks can't have nice things," the first one says as she maniacally laughs.
They prance away with my stuff, as the try to catch up with them. It was too late.
