My life story

My life story

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The room I'm in is bright. Way too bright for my liking. People can see me this way and it's almost like being naked. The walls are littered with bright reds yellows and oranges, amidst other colors. Happy pictures of students and Mrs. Wrong littered the wall by the door. All of the smiles in them were surely fake, much like the laughs I'm being forced to hear right now. Fake seems to be a trend in this room, but to them its happiness and natural. Funny thing is the people chattering around me have all gossiped about each other around the school, conniving and ruthless yet most of them, even with the knowledge of the betrayal, are still happy. I definitely don't belong here. I belong in class, not here missing a, most likely, important lesson. My grades are my ticket out of here. The rest doesn't matter. It never did, so I am having trouble understanding why i have suddenly been tossed in with the "popular" crowd and why my teachers are suddenly powerless to help me.
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Vana was the queen of highschool - not because she was kind or brilliant, but because she could be crueler than anyone else. Money oiled every door open for her, and the world inside the ivy-covered walls of the school was hers to command. Everyone knew their place: the powerful ruled, the rich flaunted, and the weak survived only if they kept their heads down. Vana loved it that way. She loved how easy it was to spot someone who didn't belong - the ones who flinched when she smiled too sweetly, the ones who stammered when she leaned in close just to whisper something sharp and cutting into their ears. When Leo came to school, he didn't belong. Everyone could see it: the simple clothes, the calloused hands, the scholarship papers that practically screamed charity case. Vana hated him on sight. Hated the way he stood up straighter than the rest, hated the calm in his eyes, hated that he made it so difficult - so unsatisfying - to get a reaction from him. But no matter what she did - the comments, the humiliation, the cold, calculated pranks - Leo never reacted. No anger. No fear. No cracks in the armor. And for the first time in her charmed, brutal life, Vana found herself caught on a hook she didn't know how to escape from. What happens when the girl who feels nothing finally meets someone who refuses to break? 27.04.2025 English is not my first language, so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes!

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