The ringing of the bell tugged me from my t-shirt , notifying me that I have to rush for my French class.I have no idea where is my class, so I ask a chubby, black boy and he leads me to my class.
As I set my feet in the class, I can clearly spot Louis sitting in the second row next to a red head with curvy tanned body.
"She's certainly his girlfriend." I tell myself with a very tiny bit of jealousy, pumping through my veins.
Why is that? Maybe because he is just so alluring and prepossessing.
"I told you, he wouldn't even pouder about you, you are so ill-favoured and plain looking. You're as ugly as a beast with your ridiculous toms! As a BEAST!" my subconcious repeats , making me want to beat the shit out of her.
I just settle on the only spare place I found , which is in the opposite row to Louis and his girlfriend. Luckily,the haunting sound of my muffled sobs manages to come to an end.I convinvce myself in every sense of the word that if I threw my problems in a pile and saw others' I'd grab mine back.That some things fall apart for better things to get together.That we aren't perfect,any of us.That we're all flawed people who make undeniable mistakes.That we destroy the person we love in unexpectedly hurtful ways.That we, human beings are the most selfish of all.When someone dies we shed tears only for the fact that he's no longer to provide us with whatever they had been for so long.As a naïve child,I remember the memory in the back of my mind when my mother was teaching me to be nice first , because you can always be mean later,but once you've been mean to someone they'll never-not in a million years- doesn't believe the nice side of you anymore so, be nice,be nice, be nice until it's time to stop being nice then destroy them..
This complicatedly messed up mixture of thoughts successfully fades away by the time my strangling hectic French class ends. As soon as I start towards the hallway, I accidentaly trip over a red head's colourfully eye-catching pair of doc martens.
"Why are you hopelessly foolish?" My subconcious teasingly questions me.
Despite the eerie quitness and everyone's pair of eyes on me,I stand up in a flash and apologize repeatedly to her.It doesn't take me long to realize the fact that she's the same girl who was sitting next to Louis.
"No problem.It's really okay.You're new here right?" She asks coolly flashing a wide smile as pretty as a magnificent mind-blowing sunset.
"Yup.Actually today is my first day here.You can call me Katie." I mutter quickly liking the girl's unique taste in fashion.
"It's nice to meet you Katie.I'm Laura." She says sweetly.
She talks to me about the utterly advanced classes she takes and tells me about her best firends in school. Louis' name is mentioned among the long list and I sigh in relief when I know that they're not dating or anything.
Out of the blue,Mr handsome-who's just called me beautiful 2 hours ago-makes his way towards us revealing his flawless smirk.
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Lost
FanfictionA madly charming 16-year-old Kaitlyn Smith tries with every fibre in her to put her past away and move on with her life under utterly different circumstances. She tries hardly to fit in her new friends. Are they even her true friends? Or backstabb...
