Living every day, one step at a time

Living every day, one step at a time

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My name is Kimberlie Kathryn Grant or just Kim for short. I'm in 11th grade and I am 16 years old. I don't really get along with people at my school. I am always really quiet and study . I have a secret talent but I don't use it a lot because my parents only wanted me to focus on studying and getting into a good university. Ever since I was little, people wouldn't talk to me because they thought I was plain and boring because of my looks but really I was longing for somebody to just become friends with me. Until I got to know the popular boy, Keegan Ryder.
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He used to be my crush, now he's my nightmare. ******************** Long story short: We knew each other since forever. We became best friends, but then he turned against me. He promised me a living hell and this last years he hadn't waste any chance to put me down. That's Brett Ryder and I, Alyson White, am totally screwed. ******************** My knees shook and a yelp scaped my lips when his fist collided with the locker beside us. But no body steped in, instead, everyone seemed to find my fear extremly amusing. Everyone but Brett who held a harsh unreadable expression as he glared me down. I barely could manage to held his gaze with my tearly one, but I knew better than to dismissed him this time. My eyes widened when he inched closer, not knowing what to expect and about to freak out. I stopped breathing. "Fuck you and your silent treatment." And just like that he spun around and stormed away, not before punching the locker again so hard that it dented. I was left there, shaking and sobbing, embracing myself and wondering when had things turned so wrong between us. He wasn't my friend anymore. But not only that: Brett hate me. And he had no remorse in use his force to prove it. ******************** // Currently editing, I apologize beforehand for the errors you'll find in it //

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