S N E A K P E E K
Alya. Normal girl. Gets bullied, such and such. Whats not so normal? Her personality. Her leisures. Whatever she does, right or wrong, she gets the blame.
A U T H O R 'S N O T E
This book is basically what i've been feeling lik...
There i was, dripping with orange juice. I think it was orange juice; it smelt like it anyways.
I sat down, soaked at a desk, and a towel the school had provided me with around my shoulders. The people were sniggering at me, like i had wet my pants. I mean, they had a point. It did look like it. I suddenly realised why they picked on me.
I was the only blonde at the school. Everyone elses were brown or black. Not blonde. I bet they have never seen a blonde before.
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I sat down behind the bins. No one let me at their table, so, what other option did i have? It smelt awful, like someone had stuck a hundred rotten cheeses into a bin. I peered over the bins. Someone was sitting behind them. And.. Her hair.. It was blonde!
I rushed 'round to say hello. I was so excited. Like, i wasnt the only blonde? Is she new? I hadnt seen her before. When i finally got round, i saw the shock of my life.
It wasnt a person. It was a life sized doll. A life sized doll someone had probably made in Home Economics.
That was cruel. They cant make fun of me like that.. Can they? Im just like them..? Am i?
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