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Fast-forwarding to the next two week because the past two weeks was boring and lame. Same thing has been going on everyday on those past two weeks and I'm tired of it. Tired of everything. Why all my life, I'm surrounded by stupid people and lame stuff?! I questioned myself.
I was hoping today would be a good day. I entered the school through the white double door and walked down the hallway to my locker. As I was walking, someone pulled my right arm and I twirled in the middle of the hallway. Thank god it was a friend of mine, Jess. If it was someone else, I don't know what will happen to that person. "Hi, morning. Sorry for the sudden act. Just going to warn you about a group of bitch that are entering the school in five seconds."
I didn't reply her, but instead I looked at the entrance of the school. My gaze fell on a group of four girls walking down the hallway as if they owned the school. They were the school bitch. Bigger bitch than us, to make it clear. You don't want to know about her. But it wouldn't be fun if I keep her identity a secret. Let us make it clearer by introducing her to the world. And don't forget about her little minions who were trailing behind her.
First of all, the most important part of introducing someone is -of course- the person's name. Her name is Elena Simpson. Gosh, her last name almost made me laugh. She and her minions are a few of the popular students in the school. Same as my friends and I. But one thing for sure is that we came from the different cliques. It's normal in high schools. I meant, the different cliques stuff.
We're like fire and they're plastics. Plastics burns and melts in the fire and it also make the fire bigger. I guessed, because we don't learn about fire and burning stuff in school. But it's true, though. They're all made of plastics. Breasts, butts, nose, cheekbones, lips, eyebrows and other body parts as well. I heard it all from the students around the school.
She and her minions have some similarities among them. One, fake. Two, plastic. Three, likes to flirt around. Four, acting as if they owns the school. Five, wear tons of makeup.
There was a small history about what happened between Elena and I. We weren't neighbours. We didn't go to the same kindergarten. Our moms don't know each other, neither do our dads. But we did share the same school in the elementary school. I was in the fifth grade when she came, transferred from nowhere. Everyone welcomed her, even me.
Elena and I were close because I was the first person who talked to her. We were like the closest friends on Earth and no one could beat us. We deserved an award for our little friendship. We went to the homeroom together. Had lunch during the lunch break together. Do our homework and help each other out a lot. We even walked down the hallway together -hand in hand- while people kept staring at us as if we were two supermodels walking down the runaway.
Unfortunately for us, everything was a disaster when she decided to throw a party for her tenth birthday. Everyone we knew was invited, including me. I went to the party with a present my mom bought. We had fun together during the party when I decided to tell her that I had a crush on a guy from the next class, named Leon. I even told her that I wanted him to be my very first kiss so badly. She said it wouldn't be a problem with her help.
She started a game called 'Seven Minutes In Heaven'. Everyone thought it would be fun. She told me how to 'play' the game and asked me to wait in her room while she went to pull Leon away from his friends. I was dumb, -really, really dumb- so I trusted her. I waited in her room while the line outside was getting longer. I was waiting for so long that I got worry about her whereabouts, until I heard a whooping sound outside. Curious, I went to nearer to the door, opened it and was welcome by two humans kissing in front of me.
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Teen FictionCameron Hart. A stone-hearted teenage high school girl who hates drama and going through her senior year. As she thought it would be normal and the same year as the previous years, it turned out to be more complicated, heart-breaking and a little b...