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Beautiful Disaster

Beautiful Disaster

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Wed, Aug 10, 20161h 36m
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Highest Rank#34 I look up at the school wall staring at the painting that he did. I know he did it, because I've seen him do it before. "Beautiful" I mumble and helplessly I drag my fingers across the wall. "This is what you call beautiful Ms.Cambell" a stern and strong voice booms behind me only my principal has that voice. "A beautiful disaster, please make your way to my office...Now" he says and stalks off.He leaves me in shock and so many things run through my mind. The bad boy is going to get it! This tall tale of the school bad boy and neighborhood bully and the nice girl with a crazy side, but also has a bad girl streak.
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Monday came unexpectedly. Unlike the weekday no one ever looks forward to, this Monday was a little different. He was a breath of fresh air in my suffocating world, a touch of sunshine in my shadow self. One whiff of his gentleness left me wanting more. Hello, Monday. (。・・)ノ Enter LINETTE MARTEL. A girl with a teacher for a best friend. She feels like she doesn't belong in her school for literal geniuses. Enter MONDAY *full name unknown*. A boy with a man-bun and a strange personality. He goes to said school for geniuses to raid it. Enter DRAMA. "Why have you come," then I spit back, "Sunday." Low blow, I know. With my eyes still closed, I hear him laugh softly, "I told you. We want her." "Why? Why her?" "I don't find the need to tell you that, princess." "Stop calling me that," I growl. "Why? Isn't that who you are?" I keep quiet. I don't know if that's a compliment or an insult. But coming from him, it's most likely an insult. "A spoiled, selfish brat who has a brain but not a heart," he finishes. Ah, there it is. I might just curse at him.

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