Ah. It felt amazing to walk into school again, ready for the compliments! I walked down the hallways, in my white crop top, cheetah print mini-jacket, Louis Vuitton handbag, designer jeans, and black heels. All eyes on me. Good to be back. Feels quite amazing to see everyone look at me in awe. As I walked, the eyes stopped looking at me, and shifted to across the hall. What on earth are they looking at. Nothing is more important than me! Oh my gosh. A new girl!? Since when!!! She is wearing like the weirdest clothes!! Why are they all looking at her! Look at me everyone!!!!! Don't you love me!!!!!!!!!
"Woah who is that?"
"She's beautiful!"
"I love her outfit omg!"
"Her hair is absolutely astonishing!!!"
"I wish I was her!"
"She seems so cool!!"
"Wow! A new girl!!"
What is going on!?!?! Why is everyone talking about her instead of me. Ugh. Maybe it's just a faze. Hopefully.
"I heard she's from France! How cool is that?"
Omg. She's from France?! That's like the most beautiful place like ever! Ugh why do I have to be from New Jersey. I'm still Heather. I don't care who she is. I will always be the prettiest.
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Ficção AdolescenteName: Heather Johnson Personality Traits: Outgoing, Basic, Popular Aesthetic: Basic, Lulu-Lemon, "the heather" ---------------------- Name: Indigo Fleur Personality: Creative, Unique, Popular Aesthetic: Alt, Indie --------------------- I hope you en...
