I'm Not Perfect

I'm Not Perfect

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Emily Sandler is sick of her life. She is sick of all the lies, hate, and secrets. And then school started. Her life got a bit worse but that changed when she met, a very handsome yet shy guy named, Heath.They bonded and fell in love yet Emily wasn't truley happy. And there was only one solution for her... Leave and go live with her dad in California. What will Heath think? Will he go with her? Or will he stay and force her too also stay? "Good morning class! My name is Ms. Mackales and I will be your science teacher this year." She wrote her name on the chalkboard. Yep, chalkboard... "So. We will start today off with getting to know each other! How about we go in a circle saying are names? Let's start with you." She pointed to a cute boy in the front of the class. Woah he's really cute... I thought. He has curly blond hair and brown eyes. "What is your name?" Ms. Mackales said to the boy. The boy looked shyly at her. "Heath" He barley said in a whisper. "Heath Williams."
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"I'll leave you alone." His words filled the tormenting silence, "After tonight you won't have to see me again, only in class and that's it." My heart ached at his words, why? This should be a good thing, I wouldn't have to deal with Alejandro Rodriguez ever again. So why... Why does the thought of him not being around hurt. I stopped playing with my food and slowly lifted my head to look at him. He stared straight into my watery eyes. His face filled with regret and concern. He stood up from his seat and walked over to me, squatting down to my level. "Hey, hey." He softly whispered his hands holding both of my mines, softly caressing them with his thumb. "Please don't cry, por favor." He reached a hand to my face and gently wiped the tears. "I-I don't want you to leave me alone." My voice breaking and my vision filling with tears. Layla Cruise, is the most popular girl in high school with a perfect life, people call her the Golden girl. Perfect curly hair, perfect boyfriend. However, thats what they see when she's at school. Remove the glam and glitter, wipe off the makeup and you'll find a trickle of bruises her boyfriend leaves her. TW: this story contains strong themes (SA, Language, and sexual content)

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