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The sound of people greeting there friends with tacky hellos sounded through maya's ears coming from all different direction's , rolling her eyes at the cliche school greetings of girls acting as if they haven't seen each other in years she carries on walking towards her new project.
The chatter silenced and whispers occurred , as they eventually noticed the new girl heading there way.
Flipping her deep brown locks over her shoulder she stalked towards the her new school.
Her black combat boots crunched against the gravel beneath her feet.
Her blood red painted lips curled upwards into a smirk as she noticed the looks she was getting.
I guess people would say she was pretty punk Rock in her ripped skinny jeans and tight nirvana shirt , but is she never really took people's opinions to consideration. she was quite often called hot and she knew she was , he had a sharp prominent cheek bones , full on pouty lip that and her beautifully flawless only added on to that making her a face perfect for glares.
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M y m i s t a k e
Teen Fiction"I thought I meant something special to you, I thought I actually mattered to you.❞ ❝Well, you're wrong.❞ ❝I know, my mistake.❞
