The Real Me

The Real Me

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Gabriella Martins is a drop dead gorgeous 17 years old girl with a wonderful voice, her life was average, well if you consider being bullied average, you see, she never cared about her appearance so she's constantly picked on by the school hottie Ethan Ace who also happens to be her crush. The day she meet a bubbly girl in her high school, she decided to show every body the real Gabriella, the hottest girl and talented singer of Weston High. Her bully falls hopelessly in love with her, but just then she plays hard to get. Will Ethan fight for her love or will he just drop it like a simple fling ? Read to find out ! A humoruous story. Please just give it a try, you won't regret it !
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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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