Cheryl stared at the ceiling. Tomorrow was the first day of school. That meant she had to go another day pretending not to be hurt when people called her a 'rich bitch' or 'Regina George'. She knew it was true. She had anger issues or whatever. But that didn't mean those names didn't sting every time she heard them.
She couldn't deny though that people had a right to hate her. She would hear those words and this thing inside her snapped. Bam, she insulted them and told them to go to hell. Cheryl sighed. This year she would be different. This year she was going to make it right. She wouldn't be the 'rich bitch of riverdale high'. She was just going to be 'Cheryl'. And she would be liked. She would have friends. Things at school would be better than at home. She wouldn't dread having to wake up in the morning because she didn't want to think about how worthless she was. She could walk around knowing someone in the world cared she existed. She wouldn't be a waste of space.
Cheryl stared at her ceiling. Don't get ahead of yourself. She thought. You're not different yet. People still hate you and wish you were dead. You have to work your way up to friends. You won't have them immediately. She wished she could though. She wished she could just snap her fingers and everyone would like her and think she was amazing. That wasn't going to happen though. She had to work for it, earn it. Why does it have to be so hard? She sighed. Why can't I just say I'm sorry and then we can all waltz into the sunset? Cheryl closed her eyes.
Life sucked.
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1/2 - cheronica fanfic
Romance"Everyone thinks I'm this loveless monster, but it isn't true. I loved someone, who loved me, but my mother ruined it. her name was... veronica."
