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Ongoing, Unang na-publish Dec 30, 2018
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"Chanell describe yourself to your class" mis Jackson asked as I tried not to cringe of her stupid question. 

I mean there are like twenty students here and out of all of them she asks me. 

if I had to answer the truth I would say I'm simply plain I'm the girl that doesn't use makeup or dress up in pink and vivid colors. I'm the girl who is awkwardly antisocial not because I don't like people but because I don't know how to communicate with them. 

I'm the girl who's always alone at lunch pretending to read just so people don't see how truly lonely I really am, I'm a loser I'm pathetic excuse of a human being,I'm not even intelligent I'm literally your airhead girl without the popularity. 

so there you have it mis Jackson that is me. 

Nothing special. 

I smile at her and answered

"I'm just plain"
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