Pastel Punks

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"Gwen you're gonna miss the bus!"

"Coming Mom!" I call, running down the stairs.

I'm very happy with my outfit today; a light blue sweater, white jeans, and matching pastel pink high top vans. I had just finished writing on my blog and messaging my internet friend.

My blog is mostly about loving who you are. I get bullied a lot for wearing 'preppy' clothes, but I believe clothes are gender neutral like colors.

Letkidswearclothes is my blogs name. I already have 500k following it! Other then that, there's always one person who messages me called Anonymous_Rocker. She leaves such supportive comments and messages. We message everyday! I think I may even have a tiny crush on her. Even though I don't know what she looks like.

I try to write everyday before school.

Mom smiles, "you look pretty today."

"I look pretty everyday." I tease, hugging her before grabbing my lunch box and brownies, running to the bus stop.

I get to school a little early. Last night I stayed up making brownies until about 3. We have a fairly small school so I think it should feed enough people! I did it why? To spread joy!

I want people to feel like their loved.

As I walk up to the doors of the school I notice, Jinn Stole. She's wearing black. She's always wearing black. Even her car is black. Whatever, you shouldn't judge a book by it's cover. I breath deep and shyly walk over to her.

"Hello" I say clinging to my basket. I feel like riding hood, and he's the big bad wolf staring at the goodies. "Would you like a brownie?" I ask her.

"I made sure they were gluten free and have no nuts, just in case. ."

Shee stares down at me with her eyebrow raised, as if she can see my whole soul and can judge me.

"What, did your mama help you with them?"
She chuckles. But not with me, at me.

"N-no I made them myself." I whisper.

She takes the basket from me and pours all the brownies down into the floor. She looks down at me, looking me right in the eyes. She leans foreword.

"Don't treat me like I'm your friend nerd." And like that, she walks into the school. Leaving me in my knees, staring down at my ruined brownies.
I couldn't do anything besides pick them up, as people walk past and snicker.

I feel tears of shame role down my cheeks. What did I do wrong?

I throw the basket away and go to the bathroom crying.

I so my eyes out when I hear a gasp.
"You're in the boys bathroom!" A boy cries out. I try to say sorry.

"I-Im sorry fellas! I wasn't looking we're I was going!"

"She's crying!" One guy screams.

Immediantly, they all surround me and hug me, asking me what wrong and if I'm alright. it's wonderful. You'll never feel more valued and safe until you get done crying in a boys bathroom.

For Jinn? Who cares what she says? I sure don't! Alright that was rude. I care a little bit still..
But I know Rocker will listen to me vent. I take my phone and do just that.

A/N: yep Jinn story