"Yo! French fry! We missed you at lunch today!" Shoot. And this my friends is the main reason I ate lunch in the library today. Her name is Megan. Megan Reed. She's hated me since kindergarten because I'm smart and I'm better than her. She hates
me because I'm valedictorian. I ignored her. A single brown hair fell from its position in my ponytail into my face. I blew on it and it flew up to join the rest of the hairs on my brunette head. Ignore her Charlotte. She pulled an earbud out of my ear. "Earth to French Freak!" I covered the ear she shouted in. She chuckled. I rolled my eyes and packed up my supplies. One of her friends knocked my journal out of my hand and picked it up, handing it to Megan. "Hey guys give it back." I said quietly. Stand up for yourself! I mentally scolded myself. She flipped through the pages and chuckled.
Riiiiiiip!
She just tore a page from my notebook. I looked up from my shoes. Stop her! I fidgeted with my hoodie strings. I reached up to take my notebook but she was much taller than me. Her friends laughed hardly. Something in my head snapped. I lunged at her practically tackling her in the middle of the library. I tore my book from her perfectly manicured hands and picked up the page she tore out. I bounded out of the doors and flew outside the school. The last class was gym anyways. You can skip gym. I breathed heavily trying to calm myself down a little. Breathe.
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New York- Where Dreams are Made
General FictionCharlotte Spencer is a small town girl. She dreams her entire life of going to New York. Her life in the town she grew up in isn't exactly all sunshine and rainbows. She struggles to make it out of the horrid place and fight her way to the top. S...
