A short story compilation of your favorite celebrities. Read to find out more! ✨
Note: These stories are completely fictional and are not a representation (in any form) of the names used. Enjoy! :)
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"Miss Thompson, you're late for class, again." Mrs Norwood brought her glasses down to her nose, eyeing Y/N up and down.
The class continued making remarks as she walked to the back of the class.
"Cap off." She said while standing up to begin her lesson.
Y/N gladly took it off, needing to tie her hair up in a bun. One thing her mother blessed her with was her thick and long natural 4C hair. She managed to hide the bruises well and get some of the green juice off her hoodie, which didn't look too bad, since it was tie dyed.
"Why are you late Y/N, needed a quick fix?" Brooklyn started.
"Maybe she was sucking di-"
"Alright class let's all wait for Macy and her minions to finish their conversation..." Mrs Norwood teased as the class settled down soon after the giggles and comments.
Y/N took slow deep breaths to help her anxiety. She didn't have the gut to reply back to them because they always had worse to say.
"This week I'll be going over your new assignments... group assignments," she started as everyone groaned.
As usual, Y/N's mind began to wonder. About how she'd run from Santana. How she'd kill herself. Same story, just different ideas each time.
"Last time we had the girls draw so today the guys are drawing. I have a bowl of names here," Mrs Norwood excitedly said while stirring the names with her hand. "So come on up guys."
Some were eager, others didn't care much. Y/N sunk into her chair.
"Gail." Brandon said.
"Allegra." Terrence went after.
"Macy." Jake said, making her squirm. Everyone knew who she wanted. She had been throwing herself at him ever since he arrived.
"Shit."
"Girl, we'll make whoever he chooses swap with you." Bri said.
"Y/N?" He questioned with uncertainty.
Y/N's low head looked up as she shifted uncomfortably in her chair.
"I- I..." she struggled talking. Her words came out in whispers.
He walked to the back before being stopped by Macy.
