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"Peter. I'm ugly, I have crooked teeth, I have freckles, I have curves, my eyes are two different colours. I hate myself so fuckin' much that I do not talk shit about people. I'm not perfect, I want to be but I can't lookin...
After coming home from the hospital, I go in my room to finish my homework that was due tomorrow. My phone vibrates on the desk, I pick it up.
Sebastian🥀:
You home?
Yes
That's good
Thanks again for helping me
Well I can't just walk off knowing you'd rot there
You can be really nice if you want to
I guess so
I smile, I put my phone down and continue my history homework.
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I wake up early in the morning and got ready for school. Today I feel like wearing suspenders. I slip on my mum's pants, my real dad gave me after she died. I then threw on a plain black tank top and clip the suspenders on.
I find a pair of black boots and slip them on my feet.
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I go to the bathroom to brush my teeth and hair before applying natural coloured eyeshadow that was barely visible as well as mascara, highlighter and brows.
I grab my bag and go downstairs, I then grab a pear to eat on my way to school.
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I close my locker and held my history stuff.
"Sup perv, I heard that you watch Liz and her man do it" Chloe greets.
"Hey bitch"
"What did you just called me?"
"Did you get your hearing checked? I called you a bitch" I say with a blank expression on my face.
"Really? I try to help you and this is what you do to repay me?" She crosses her arms.
"You do realise that you tried to insult me when you came up to me, yes?"
"Before that!"
"What do you mean, Chloe? Before that you tried to drug me at your party and-and you even told everyone that I was talking shit about them behind their backs-which I didn't. So tell me Chloe, what do you mean?"
