There are two sides to people. The person everyone else sees, and the person in their own thoughts. The most, cruel, rude popular girls that make fun of you every day may go home and dance around to indie music alone in their room.
But they probably do satanic rituals instead. Just being honest.
The fact is, although people see that I like to write, and that I show them my stories, doesn't mean that I don't have another side to me when it comes to this.
Because I am holding in a secret.
I go outside and walk towards the mailbox. After looking around behind me, I open it and look inside. A letter is waiting. I smile and slide the smooth paper out carefully, making sure it doesn't crinkle.
The address is to me, Olivia Jefferson.
It's from New York Boarding School For The Arts.
Authors note:
Hello world! I am so sorry that this is so short and took so long! I have just had the biggest amount of schoolwork in history! This is a super short chapter, but the next ones will get longer. I promise to be more frequent, so please stick around.
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Novela JuvenilAngela Smith can write. Like, really write. Kids make fun of her, but she gets the last laugh when she is accepted into New York School For The Gifted And Talented. Read as she navigates moving from her sleepy hometown to the Big Apple, trying to fi...
