EVERYBODY TALKS Every body talks....... I groan as I hear that alarm go off. I get up shut it off and go back to bed. Wrapped back up in my warm blanket cocoon. I could live in their forever. Away from all the heart ache and drama of high school. I don't want to get up but if I don't I won't be able to cover all my imperfections, witch I had allot of. I don't want to get up and see this thing, this person That stares back at me in disgust but I don't want to get yelled at for being late either, so I slowly get off my bed to my mirror and begin my routine. With ever stroke of the brushes and flick of mascara I feel the choking insecurity run down my spine. Soon enough I'm finished and out the door to the bus and thats where I usually meet one of my best friends Kelly we have been friends since we were kids. It usually takes about 5 minutes for the bus to came and when it does, I do my best to get to my seat as fast as i can and hide my face and to not get pointed and laughed at. I arrive to school with a fake lingering smile usual looking for Gracie someone I can count on when I'm feeling glum witch is most the time. I walk through these halls like a ghost. Putting on a mask showing no remorse. Usually if Gracie's here we just walk around the hallways but if she's not I trail around with Kelly and all her other preppy friends till the bell rings. Arriving in my first class is the day was nail bitting. Every pretty girl and arrogant guy stood up talking and making a fuss but I just sat trying to regain no eye contact with anyone until class started. Thats usually how all my classes went hide, find Gracie and go to my next class then hide again all the way up until the last period of the day where I would rush off to the bus to hide on my seat alone. Arriving home I text Gracie and wait for her response. Sitting on my bed I look into that mirror and I feel coming that tear thinking I wish I was the girl who's says she's ugly but she really pretty like my friend Gracie.
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I don't know my name
ChickLitIn reference to the book the road ahead of you, Catherine gives her view of the story. Things are not always as they seem. There's always two sides of the story. Witch one do you relate to or believe?
