Grow Up Nancy Renald

Grow Up Nancy Renald

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Hi, I'm Nancy and I just got promoted from the 8th grade. I can't believe it, I really got to a point in life where what I do and what I look like actually matters. So i guess this means I have to lose about 100 lbs and reconstruct my face, because I'm ugly as fuck. Just imagine a fat man wearing a bikini, Ha thats right, I bet you don't want to, you know why? Well I mean this is a no brainer. Its disgusting, just like me. I don't know how I'm going to conquer high school going unnoticed. I just have to push through it I guess...
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"I'm not good for you, Scott." I say, my voice sounding louder than it did in my head. Scott rubs his face in exasperation and groans before turning to face me. "Sky, you are. You are and that's why I'm in love with you, because you're good and I hate it because I'm constantly afraid that you'll push me away like you did before, but I love it at the same time because you make me want to be good too, to give a shit about things. Christ, I quit smoking for you and it's been hard but I want to make you happy. Because you are good, and I know because you've been through so much crap and you are still so fucking beautiful, inside and out. If you leave me now I won't be able to cope, please. Please, Sky." At this point his hands are covering mine, kissing them with endless pleads and his eyes are glazed over and impassioned, burning with the fire of a thousand suns, boring into mine as he gives himself to me and I'm utterly overthrown. ******************************************************************* Boys. Make-ups. Break-ups. Parties. Drinking. School. Friends. Enemies. In other words, being 16-going-on-17. Sky Brodie is heading towards the end of Sophomore year in California, dragging along with her an endless bane of uncomfortable predicaments. What do you do when the world is trying to make your life unspeakably miserable? How do you work your way through a Mess?

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