Rose

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I'm sick of it. I'm sick of being called "Freaky Freckles". I'm sick of not wanting to walk around alone. I'm sick of living in constant fear that Emma and her gang will come to ruin my life.

Just because I'm different. Just because I have ginger hair and a freckled face. Just because I don't wear the 'cool' clothes. Just because I care about school and want to do well. Just because I help people. Just because I'm nice. Just because none of this is allowed.

But I'm done. I'm done being different. They want me to change, then I'll change.

I went out and bought some super thick foundation to cover my freckles, then I got some blonde hair dye. I got some Nike shoes and wore brands head to toe. When I look in the mirror it's doesn't even look like me.
Happy now?

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