The weird girl

The weird girl

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A girl named Tamia who was in middle school and she was bullied for being different from everyone else but nobody could understand her but her teacher. She sat by herself at lunch and ate tomatoes with everything she ate. Nobody Liked her and they thought if they touched her it would be contagious. A boy in her grade ends up doing sexual inter course with her and finds out some serious information about him. She dreams about actually becoming prom Queen at her 8th grade ending Celebration. Then all of a sudden she was homeschooled and invited her cousin over to help her with work, watch movies or smoke with her. In the meantime Tamia's mom made her final decision on what to do with her child. Tamia had no choice but to get put up for adoption to a new family. That family loved her and took care of her watches her as she went into her high school years.
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Her name was Gabriella Quintanilla. She was a senior in high school during this time. She had the looks, all the boys, the popularity, the clothes, and even the grades. And in no way was she ignorant of any of these things--quite the opposite. She knew that she was above average in most categories of life, and had no problem reminding people repeatedly of that fact. I'm not going to lie---I didn't like her. Not at all. To be completely honest, I threatened to kill her with my bare hands. And the scary thing is, I meant it. I wanted her to die. I imagined dark fantasies of the light fading from her eyes right before my own, her pleading for me to spare her life. And in my fantasies, I wouldn't listen and I didn't care. She had tortured me for five years and I was utterly and simply sick of it all. Sick of her. My animosity towards Gabriella was no secret among my peers. Not many people liked her, so it's not like I stood alone on the concept. However I was the only one who voiced a threat. THE threat. The threat that got me on a suspect list in some cop's notepad. They want to know if I killed her. If they knew the whole story, would they blame me if I did? ©Copyright Timara M. Lewis 2013

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