The Bad Boy Isn't That Bad

The Bad Boy Isn't That Bad

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It was a normal day at West Mount High when the school's new girl appeared. Gabriella Rose Martinez. She had long brunette hair and thick framed glasses that made her dark brown eyes look even bigger then they already were. She was 17, a senior, and was shorter then most girls her age. Nobody really liked her, she was usually the outsider at her old schools, and was always called the School's Nerd. But this year, things were going to be different. Something, no, someone got her out of her shell and helped her shine brighter then all the stars in the sky. That someone who is probably the last person anyone would expect. Who's that someone? Read to find out :)
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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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