Why Her? New Friends?

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'I got 10 minutes until the late bell rings so I guess I can explore.' I thought walking around campus. I went to the girls restroom and noticed how elegant it was. marble ground and gold sinks with toilets whiter than white. "wow!" I said amazed.

I heard laughing outside the door. It came into the restroom and I was amazed and terrified at who I just saw. It was Silvia Anderson. The most popular girl in Sakura middle school was standing in front of me. The main girl that picked on me just because I had bad acne and got good grades.

"Well if it isn't nerdy Lay Lay," she said with venom in her devious voice. Silvia had long blonde hair with black ends, that went to her mid back. She was tall-about 5'9. her face looked some what like Sarah's face off of 'bad girls club from season 11' but her eyes were more sharp and cold. She had brown lip-gloss on with blue eye liner and thick mascara. Her nails were basically a  remix of k.Michelle's nails from 'love and hip hop Atlanta'. Some tall 7 inches black stilettos, and her outfit was so skimpy. Jean shorts, shorter than short and a white tube top that said 's*ck it' and jean jacket that stop under her fake chest.

"Hi Silvia, how you been?" I said trying to be servile. But it, of course, did not work.

"Oh can it, okay. Why are you even here in this school, huh?" I opened my mouth to answer but she cut me off and said, "bitch I don't want your answer." she came closer to me and said," get out of here, okay you don't belong here. you are going to destroy this school with your ugliness," she pushed me and turned to her three sidekicks, "let's go before we get diseased with ugliness."

They left and I immediately start crying I slowly walk to the mirror and look at myself. She was right. I wasn't pretty, I didn't have a hot body or anything. My pigtails make me look like a little girl and my hazzle eyes were so different. I grabbed a piece of a paper towel and wiped the tears from my eyes.

That's when the bathroom stall door opened. A girl with black shoulder length hair with bangs came out. She had unusual pink eyes that were big but cold. She wore a mid thigh black and gray plaid skirt and knee high black socks with a white t-shirt that went to her elbow with a black vest and some black boots that had spikes on the top.

"Are you okay?" she asked, I nodded. She walked towards me and stopped in front of me and wiped a single tear falling down my face." hi, my name is Jessica Wilson. Don't listen to her okay, you are a beautiful girl, okay? Not pretty, but beautiful, okay?" she smiled, showing me her braces.

"Thank you no one has ever called me beautiful, only my family." now I was crying tears of joy. Jessica is nice, I think we are going to be the closets of friends. Jessica grabbed my hand and we walked out together, "i am..."

"Lacey Carson, right? I know, your father knows my father by business." she said. I smiled, happy that I have found an acquaintance. "You have a very pretty...wait...beautiful smile," she said while dragging me somewhere.

"Thank you so much,"I thanked her gracefully. She smiled back. When we stopped I looked up and noticed we were at my homeroom classroom. I turned to her and opened my mouth but was cut off.

"We have the same homeroom," she said simply like it was nothing. I just nodded, 'how did she...'

She pulled me into the classroom and sat in the front row last desk, next to the window I sat next to her. the door opened and a girl came in, she had tan hair that was in a pony tail that was wavy and she had pink lipstick on with her glasses. She wore a knee length brown skirt and a pink turtle neck with sleeves off her hand. She looked up and saw me and Jessica and smiled walked behind Jessica and sat behind her and said, "hi Jessica, hi you must be Lacey, I am Riley Marcus, nice to meet you Lacey, this bitch here is my bestie since 2nd grade hope you can handle her like I can.

' I hope I can.' I thought, these two looked like the total opposites from the other, guess this is going to be interesting.

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