"One of the best way to not get hurt is to not expect anything from anyone"
"This isn't half bad"
"Yeah, but its still bad"
My mother rolled her eyes at me from the front seat. I was everything back home. The pretty one, the hot one, the mean one, the brat..... The Queen Bee
Calling myself Queen Bee just give me some warm feeling. Its even warmer when the people at my hallway said it every morning. Leaving all that and moving to a whole different school is like moving to a different world where no one knows me. I need the attention, the eyes on me, people whispering about me near the fountain.
Entering the new world. What will happen? I need to be the Queen Bee againAll Rights Reserved