Ally

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I was always a quite, but smart person. I never got anything wrong. I always got every question right, and was always happy when the teacher confirmed that I was right, but there was this boy whom I grew to hate. He would always give me dirty looks and stared daggers at me once I sat back in my desk that was right in front of him. I didn't like sitting there, but it was close to the board, so I had to endure it. Whenever I looked at him, I would notice his short light brown hair and caramel eyes. How I hated those eyes. I lived in a house full of caramel eyed people, so I knew that people with caramel eyes couldn't be trusted. My house was a nightmare to say the least. Everyone there smoked cigarettes and weed. I hated that. Maybe that's why he said something that day. That's how this whole mess started. Class hadn't even started when he said something to me.

"Hey," He said in a tone that made me tense up, "either take a shower once in a while or movie!" I don't know why that panged me so much, but it did.

"Screw you." I said as I looked at him clearly hurt. I then stood up, grabbed my stuff and ran out of the classroom.

"HEY!" He called after me and I felt a tight grip on my wrist as I was thrown into a locker, "WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?!"

"L-LET ME GO!" I sobbed as I finally got out of his death grip, but that only caused me to fall on the cold, hard floor. That's when the rumors started about us dating and him being possessive. How was I ever going to make Senior year out alive when people keep asking for details about our non-existent relationship? I wanted the whole ground to swallow me up whenever I was cornered with those questions.

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