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When you change the way you look and act you do seem to get alot of stares. Kid has told everyone about Us having sex and us kissing and stuff. So now I feel like shit.
I now wear a black skirt with a white shirt with black writing saying "I talk to people who I like." I leave my hair down. I paint my nails black. And no one seems to care.
Soul is still my partner. He still lives with me. I jsut don't seem to notice him any more. We still fight together and it guess its fine.
But kid seems to keep staring at me. And so to all the popular boys. All they want is my body. All they want is my looks. 
Kid hasn't said one word to me since I slapped him. Its been about two weeks. I was always late to class and failed all my classes.
But no one tried to talk to me or stop me.
Till one day I was challenged to a duel with kid....
I grabbed would hand and he changed. The whole class watched. I growled slightly "you used me you man whore. You fuck boy.!!" I started to spin soul.
Kid sighed and Liz and patty changed. "I'm the whore? Your the one who wanted to have sex"
I froze then ran after him
After a while of dodging his silly bullets I got close and tackle him. I punch him and slap him I pull his 'perfect ' hair and kept doing everything I could to hurt him. The boys went nuts.
When I was done I was in tears. I stood up and three soul to the ground. I then walk away done with it. My hair flopping in the wind. I had beat up my ex. It felt good. But I still wanted one thing.
I went back and went to soul. He looked at me with a disapproval look. I grab his shirt and kissed him deeply and softly. The kids were shocked. It was against rules. But I had to. I love him. My new emo goth shit self loves him. All of him. No matter what any one says....

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 30, 2016 ⏰

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