The Necklace

The Necklace

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WARNING! THIS STORY HAS NOT BEEN EDITED OR REVISED, BECAUSE I AM A LAZY BUTT. IF THIS BOTHERS YOU DO NOT READ IT. If you wanna edit or revise it, just let me know. This story has been written by both me and my best friend, please go check her out (@Amazingbrado). The story is a quarter of the way done, and I am gonna try REALLY hard to finish it. Please vote if you are enjoying it, it helps me continue writing. Also, comment! Commenting helps a lot, if you have any ideas or enjoy or dislike anything going on LET ME KNOW! I will happily take everything you are saying into consideration and it lets me know when I should put a plot twist :). Please enjoy, The Necklace.... I really need to come up with a new name. (Also fan pics would be so awesome)
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Ever since I was a kid, I knew I was different. Other children didn't like hanging out with me. I was silently bullied, and even the teachers seemed to hate me. And honestly? I was ugly. I really was... different. The way I talked, the way I walked-people even said my walk was horrifying (don't ask). The way I did things, the things I found interesting... they all set me apart. Then I entered high school. Suddenly, I became popular. I was beautiful, with a figure people envied. I had tons of friends-three-quarters of whom I still don't know by name. I had the perfect best friend. Teachers adored me. I was even the school's valedictorian. Sure, people still called me weird, but I ruled. Until everything came crashing down... all in one day. --- The day I didn't talk to my best friend. Just one day. Only, I didn't know we wouldn't speak again for days, then months... then years.

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