1- im not like other girls

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Sitting in my room listening to my five seconds of summer record, I sighed. I just wasn't as pretty as the other girls. I got up, put on black leggings, a large sweatshirt, and threw my golden curls into a messy bun with my scrunchie. I went to the bathroom and applied light makeup, extentuating my bright blue orbs. I grabbed my back and put on some black converse, because I'm emo and misunderstood. I walked downstairs to find my abusive hateful step mother.
"Get to school BITCH, I don't like seeing you around this house!!!! I hate you!!!" I scowled at her, showing how cool and edgy I was. I went to the garage and hopped in my lambo my daddy bought me for my 16th birthday. Sigh, my life is so hard. When I got to school and walked in the door, I was immediately met by the most popular girl in school.
"Wow! Whata nerd! Hey everyone, look at this nerd!!! Hahahaahhaa" she shoved me to the ground as a whole circle formed around around the fight. Everyone was mocking and laughing at me. Just then, I felt a warm hand lift me up and guide me out of the swarm of student. I finally looked up and saw, brandon, the schools bad boy!!!
"W-wow, thanks for, erm, helping me!!!" I said, hiding my blush with the sleeve of my sweatshirt.
"I'll walk you to class, princess"  he said, running a hand through his bad boy black hair. Wow. So hot.
"DoNt call me, princess" I scowled. He just laughed at me. *swoon*
"I'll see you around princess"

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