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"This little girl she ain't that pret-" "Stop singing bitch hahah your voice sounds like a frog" The queen bee said. Pero di ko siya pinansin at naglakad na. "Nakita ko nga pala si Vince sa likod ng school may kahalikan sabi ko sayo ehh hindi ka niya mahal!!" sigaw niya, huminto ako at tumakbo na papunta sa likod ng school Naabutan ko pa sila, naramdaman kong basa na ang pisngi ko "Ca-al?" he said "Cia wait let me e-explain" i didn't bother to hear his explanation at tumakbo na "Cal ano pa bang ieexplain ko eh hindi naman talaga kita mahal!" sigaw niya ang taba taba ko kasi ang pangit kong manamit kaya ako ginaganito nakita ko pa si bianca ang queen bee na tumatawa pero takbo lang ako ng takbo... . . . . . read it if you are curious -AgentK
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New town. New identity. Same crazy. I love it!!! (insert enthusiastic voice ) (cough, cough) Not!! I hate it. I hate having to to hide who I am. But to protect the civilians and my new home from being destroyed like my last ones, I have obey the leader's rule. No matter if I do disapprove. But all of that changes when I meet, more like bump into someone who's special. ... DOOR OPENS. "Naomi Satchel!" my mother yells as she comes blaring through the doors. "Yes?" I say as I still lie under the covers. My mother pulls my cover from my body and tosses it on the floor. I quickly sit up in my bed and glare at her. "Get your ass up now you have half an hour left before your first-period starts and you better not be late," she demands. "Mom, this isn't my school. This isn't my home. I don't want to go." I whine and beg my mother at the same time to let me stay home. What was I thinking? My mom has an image to uphold being this perfect mother who loves and cares about her little baby girl. We both know the truth. Until a few years ago, I never even knew she existed. She and my father both agreed to send me here because they couldn't stand the fact that I fell in love with a black boy. Although neither of them would ever admit, that's the only reason why I know of her. I don't want to attend a school where I'm going to have to forsake who I truly am just to fit into their liking. How can I explain that to my mom when she sees everything to be black and white.

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