Walking into the high school you really have to think if this is the place Obama wants you to hang out or if it's your parents. I'm starting to think it may be both.
I laugh at the preps who hide in the fear of me. My violet hair was being pushed around by the wind. My tank top shows off my tattoos and I smile as they look at my arms. I bite my lip, pulling at the metal inside it.
A shy, small girl walks up to me. Her brown hair is pushed to one side in loose curls.
"So I take it you are top dog?" She smiles at me and I nod. "I figured everyone is scared of you," her thin figure is shown by her arms. She would be good for cheerleading.
"Is there a reason you want to be seen with me?" I ask her. Every second spent with me is either making or breaking your reputation. For her, though, it would break it.
"You seem nice," she smiles at me. I guess I can be but I'm not someone she will want to hang out with. She is made for higher class society where as me, I'm middle. Not the best place to start.
"My name is Karla but you can call me Camila." I nod.
"Sure, why not, Camz?" She smiles. "Lauren Jauregui." Her smile grew wider as we walked into the doors to start school .
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Jauregui
FanfictionMy name is Lauren Jauregui. You may know me or not whichever is fine with me. Less people who understand me the better. Don't remember my name because it won't do you any good. I'm only here for a while and maybe that's the good thing.
