Pretty or dead. ( a harry styles fanfic)

Harry, my hero. ( a harry styles and one direction fanfic.)

I was running, running from life, from reality.

Funny, how people can look at you, and wish you were dead, but somehow they can continue on with there day as if nothing they said would hurt you.

The only way you could get those people to care, well you can't. But will they ever care as long as your alive?

Of course not, all they care about is if your pretty, or dead.

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High school. The place your parents put you as you go through a horrible phase between being a kid, and a adult, because they don't want to be involved in it. I trudged through the school hallways, as if they had put me in a military base. God, I hated school like no other. My brunette hair, was straight. I didn't bother to do anything with it today, I mean why should I? My hoodie, covered my long arms, and my ripped jeans had given me a dress code today. Did I care? Of course not. Nobody cared about me anymore. Today was the last day of school, then it would be summer. Unlike all the other girls, I didn't have plans to party all night, and sleep in the day. My summers mostly consisted of sleep, food and wifi. That is all.

"Have you seen her outfit today?"

"What a slut!"

"She's such a freak."

"What's her name again? Oh yeah, it's savannah."

"Ugh, she's coming our way."

"Someone gag me."

I, savannah Hemings, was used to these kind of comments.

I usually ignored these kind of things, but deep down inside it really did hurt me. I guess, you could say,

I believed them. Those comments were true. Everyone at school ignored me, because they thought I was a freak, an outcast, a big no. Anyone who knew something about popularity, knew that talking to me gained them a spot on the 'we don't talk to you anymore' list.

The bell rung for first period.

I was going to be so late. I quickly opened my locker, and shoved all my stuff in, then I shut it quickly, running to class, with my binder in my hand. Luckily, I could run, since the hallways were not crowded, since the only people out here were the sluffers.

I opened the door to my class.

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"Late again miss hemings?" I heard my teachers voice boom.

I was new to this class, since i changed schedules. I go to west dayside? I think that's what they called it. Go tigers! Yeah no.

I looked up from my doodles I was drawing to avoid learning, and I saw the most gorgeous girl ever.

Sure, all the girls at school were beautiful to me, but no, this one was different.

She had brunette hair, that wasn't fried to perfection. She wasn't tall, she was short, or I guess you could say in the middle. Ha ha in the middle. I'm such a pervert. Anyways, her eyes sparkled a blue, and her facial structure wasn't perfect, but it was adorable. She was my dream girl.

"Miss Hemings, please take your seat." The teacher said to her.

I looked to the seat next to me. It was empty, and she was headed my way. Play it cool haz, don't make a fool of yourself. Just look down, play it cool. That's when she sat next to me. I looked up at the girl, and she looked back at me.