I hear a ding as the door opens, as I look up to see who it is.
And it was A....
Alya and Nathaneal.
Bet ya wearn't expecting that! Okay I will stop.
"Marinette!" Alya and Nathaneal yell at the same time rushing over and placing their hands on my shoulders.
"What happened... AND WHY IS SHE DOING THERE MARI!" Alya yelled, pointing a shaking mad finger at the now snickering Chloe and Sabrina.
"I had come to apologise to Marinette here, but you are onviously so big headed and to full of yourself to even consider poor little me," she faked, wiping a fake tear from under her eye, she made her voice stammered as if she was actually crying. "A-and I gue-ss you can't accept that... An-an-nd that's fine, but-ut please stop bullying me at school Mari-tra-AA-nette"
I cried even harder, how there she come here and tell fibs like that.
"Get out!" Alya yelled.
"Wha-" Chloe asked shocked.
"I said GET OUT!"
"Alya!" my mum called.
Chloe flicked her hair, "At least your not having sleepless nights because of her!"
Chloe and Sabrina were about to leave until, a voice saying, "Come on Princess, oh hey loser Maritrash, why don't you-ou just kill yourself, no one likes you."
I knew who it was by voice, hell yeah, I had a crush on him for a year now.
I couldn't help it anymore, I rushed to my room and locked the door, preventing Nathanael and Alya from coming in. I took out a knife from a drawer and held it on top of my hand.
No I can't I just can't
I place the knife back in the drawer and flop on my bed.
This isn't fair, and now more than ever,
I hate Chloe
'My silence is not my weakness but the beginning of my revenge'
- PawsTheKat
My my, there are so many quotes by PawstheKat! (BTW this is not account but a name signed on these quotes, so don't bother looking it up) Anyway I would like to shout out StarryLilac for being very supportive of me and agreeing to do a collab, which would hopefully come out soon.
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FanficHer lose made her sour, her win made her bitter Her win made her sweet, her lose made her broken His lose made him broken, his lose made him die. Three people. Different Needs. Different Stories. But no one can have it their way, so which way is th...
