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"Pick up the pace, emo bitch!" Sabrina screeched, her long, obviously bleached hair cascaded down to her butt. I didn't respond, I just ducked my head down and scurried off to the restroom. My name is Nana Anderson, I'm a freshman in highschool and so called "Scene". "Damn, I'm not even emo..."I'm mumbled to myself before entering a stall, third to the end if we're going big on details. It was the biggest stall. I sat on the gross, fake nail covered restroom floor and hugged my knees to my chest. Life sucks. Scrape. The bathroom door opened so I kept quiet, when I heard it open again, I made sure that there were no more footsteps before I began humming " LA Devotee". Not too long after, the door scraped against the flooring and I heard heels, possibly cheer shoes, and more heels click against the floor, then people began talking. "Oh, my, gawd! Did you see Haylee snogging Jonah? Such a slut!" A familiar, squeaky, annoying voice spoke. "I know right, Sabrina, I totally agree." I heard another girl grunt in agreement before they laughed like witches and strutted, I'm assuming, out of the bathroom. Scrape. I'm safe. Then, the tardy bell rang, but I just sat there and hummed P!ATD songs all of fifth hour. After the next bell rang, I quickly got up and left the stall to touch up my eyeliner quickly, before running out the door, to my English class.
"Ah, hello class! Today we will be free writing, get with a partner and come up with an idea for your story. Anything is allowed. This is a big project but I hope it's relaxing for y'all. Have fun!" I yawned and stayed seated. Nobody will pick me. I was correct, no one did. At one point though, Mrs.Jackson, my English teacher, sat next to me and helped me form an idea. It was going to be a fun project.
