Chronicles of a beauty

First day

Today was my first day at Stanford high, I have had a perfect result since my kindergarten and was very proud of it, knowing fully well it was going to go in the same pattern this year, walking confidently in my well straightened blonde, well ironed waistcoat and my lucky pink shirt as I always wore it when I was beginning a new session, although was getting small but looked amazing paired with my mid thigh black skirt alongside my sleek pumps, I was proud of what I had become at this tender age, already making waves for myself. As I stepped into the hall, unamused by the immediate reaction of the students who gasped at my beauty and my elegance, I walked as if I were on a runway ,flipped my hair with elegance, straddled my bag against my back with utmost poise and went into the principal's office with my mom. she spoke to the principal while I sat in the longer waiting for them, I brought out my mirror and I admired my beauty and thanking God or raking his time on me as I stood up t adjust my outfit, iflt something bump into me as I looked I saw a girl in glasses, she was very beautiful but very rude and unruly in her jumper and hair packed in a messy way and converse, I was beyond irritated and screamed, my mom alongside the principal came out and asked what happened, I told them and the girl said, "do you have no sense of respect", I laughed and was angry she could talk to me in that manner and slapped her. So there you have it my perfect record being spoilt, I was never a bully, I was just the perfect girl everyone wanted to hang with, no one stood up to me and was really mad this one did and hit her, which made detention hit me.

Authors note
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