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//Today was just another day. Boring and unpleasant smells. House quiet as a mouse. Once again, no one was home.
Everyone forgot about me. I was so upset. My head became boiling hot. Hands clenching up. They never cared anyways. I don't need them.
I ran down the stairs to the kitchen. I could feel my thighs jiggling. I hated how they collided together. I can't change myself anyways.
I made some quick cinnamon oatmeal. It was delicious. My tongue was wattering up. The Autumn smells going through my nose.
I cleaned up after myself. You know because it's polite. Even though I'm always sad. I'm still a kind person.
I took one last glimpse at the kitchen. Almost as if it would be the last time. I ran out the door. And rid my bike to school.
Today was the first day of school. I was so excited to make new friends. And you know just start fresh. Maybe, things would change.
I arrived to Meadow Hills High School. There were multiple buildings. The school was astonishing. The architecture was honestly impressive.
I rushed inside the building. The floors were marbled. The walls were bright white. The school smelled of pumpkin spice lattes.
They even had a cafe! It almost felt like I was in college. To be honest I can't wait until I graduate.
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I changed her name to Adisa. I also changed her body type. Any suggestions will help. Girl in media: @bucciclout on IG
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