CHAPTER 11:
Alarm bells went off in my head, throwing me into a mad frenzy.
Rachelle was there. She had seen me. I was staring.
I knew she knew.
Without really thinking, I dashed away as fast as my short, pudgy legs would allow, aiming for anywhere that offered a hiding place.
Their whispers rang through my ears. Since they were pretty far away, last I checked, the voices must have been imaginary. But they sounded so real. Unless they were following me...?
An unexplainable fear coursed through me, and I ran blindly, veering here and there dangerously.
Cries of "Hey, watch it!" and "Careful!" jumped out from seemingly everywhere. I wasn't sure where I was running to, or why I was even running. Normally, people who knew me were used to unpredictable behavior. I hoped these ones didn't mind.
Rachelle was scary. Most people in Amanda's clique were. But Rachelle was the worst. She was the one with the steely death glare, which she seemed to like to save for me. Her pretty hair was flowy and silky-looking, but that didn't make me like her. Thinking of Rachelle made me shiver. As frightened as I was to look back, I couldn't help but sneak a peek over my shoulder. Just to check if they were coming for me.
"Whaoooo" I yelled, as I tripped, probably over my own clumsy feet, and sailed through the air before landing on the muddy grass. It had rained a little while ago, so this slush wasn't surprising.
"Urgh." I muttered to myself. My crash landing was probably one of the most unglam things ever. I just prayed Amanda didn't see me fall.
"Are you okay?" I heard a gentle voice ask.
"Eh yeah she's fine, just overreacting again."
Gracie and Lindy. Respectively. I groaned silently. Lindy was probably going to give me another lecture on getting over Amanda. Gracie wouldn't, most likely. I guessed she would shoot me a reproachful look or two, but nothing else. She wasn't very comfortable with, you know.
I was right.
"You should just eeegnorrr them, okay? Amanda's stupid for dumping you and Rachelle is a very nice girl! Listen to me, c'mon!"
Yes, Rachelle was a very nice girl. To outgoing, popular and pretty girls like Lindy. To a loser like me... let's not even get started on that.
Lindy was so lucky. I admired her confidence, and her amazing hair. But mainly the confidence.
Being able to play with her perfect hair all the time was just a bonus of having a supermodel-in-the-making as a best friend.
I tried wiping some mud off my skirt with tissue Gracie gave me. My flabby arms and odd-shaped hands were too glaringly obvious to go unnoticed.
Looking over at Lindy's nice slim arms and flawless long legs, I couldn't help but feel a little envious of what Lindy had.
I wonder, would Amanda like her?
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Call Me Ashleigh
RomanceAshleigh was always different from everyone else. Unwanted, that was what they said she was. When she graduates and moves to a new school, she is determined to cast her past aside and start anew. Unfortunately, she can't help but be herself, and she...
