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My life story

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LETTURE 180
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bullying comingofage popular teen youngadult

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.Tutti i diritti riservati

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Broken Tags, Boundless Dreams di kreativebyflaws

Ever wonder what it's like to be the "it" person at school? The one who's always at the center of attention-whether it's good or bad? The popular girl, the trendsetter. She's the one who everyone looks at, whether it's her hairstyle, her outfits, or the way she makes an entrance at every event. It's like she's always in the spotlight, making sure all eyes are on her. And then there are the popular boys-the ones who dominate on the field, charm everyone, and somehow, always seem to get away with anything. Girls swoon, teachers adore them, and they get to be the ones who set the rules. But what about the rest of us? What about me? I was the girl who lived in the shadow of their spotlight, always good at creative stuff-art, writing, anything that let me express myself. I'd count down the days to school events, not because I wanted to be the center of attention, but because I just wanted to be seen. I wanted recognition, even if it was just from one teacher or one friend, to feel like I mattered, like my voice was worth something. Was it easy? Not even close. If school taught me anything, it was that no matter how hard you try, there's always someone ready to outshine you. And if they can't? They'll find a way to tear you down, to make sure you never even get a chance to stand in their light. And when you think maybe the teachers will step in, help you out-well, sometimes they just sit on the sidelines, watching as you get pushed further into the background, as you're bullied into silence. Into someone you were never meant to be. In a place where spotlights only shine on the few, I couldn't help but wonder-was there ever room for someone like me?

Scarlett ...Can't Be Tamed di JeniRaeD

What happens when you grow up wearing clothes that are too small or way too big, or wear hand me down clothes passed on from family, get teased by your peers all throughout your school years, to have the boys tease you because you wear glasses, or wear braces, or because you didn't fill out on top in high school? You even had boys ask you out on dates or invited to the high school dance, only for them to not show up and you see them with another girl.... they considered her a nerd, a tomboy, a loser.... So what happens? You get Scarlett..... After graduation she became a girl that was determined to show she wasn't the nerd or loser they thought she was, that she wasn't this ugly girl they so claimed that she was. She filled out, she was beautiful, and for years she worked on having that perfect body to show those boys what they missed out on. She became a stripper, she was now 25 years old and was out to go after all the guys that made fun of her. She wanted to make them pay somehow, have them go after her, make them take her home, have her way with them and then tell them who she is. She's out for revenge... men try to change her and then realize that she won't change until she runs into the one man she always had a crush on that hurt her the most. Can he change her? After all she can't be tamed, but can she? credit for cover made by: https://selfpubbookcovers.com/kshipley

A Look Inside My Head di 1MadHatterLove1

It started on a Monday. I don't know what happened after that. I started off normal. I was still normal, wasn't I? I don't know, I just don't know. I was happy, I should be happy, but I'm not. Maybe I am? It's like there's a blackness in my mind, and I've covered it with yellow. I hate the colour yellow, but it's what I am. It's all I am now. My friends were laughing, I was laughing, but it didn't feel like it. My face felt tight as I stretched into a smile, yet it fooled them. I shouted with them, tears coming to my eyes. They laughed harder at that, everyone crying out my name, pointing at me, tears coming to their own eyes. The hole in my heart widened. I didn't know whether they were tears of sadness or happiness. Everyone was rocking back and forth, and slowly, they seemed to form into looming monsters, with wide eyes and pale faces. We stood up, hearing the bell. The sun hurt my eyes. I ran after them, shouting with them. I was loud, too loud. My own voice hurt my head. I didn't want the attention on me, so I dragged it to my fake self; my mask. I hated myself, and what I was doing. I had walked off again. I'm not sure why, but as I blinked, my feet decided that we were not going that way. I ignored them, and they thought it was a joke. They screamed my name, startling me, making me sprint over to them. I hadn't realised how far I had really wondered off. I joined my group, only to wish I had kept walking. They were laughing again, their laughter hurting my head. It shattered my thoughts, echoed around my head, deafened any emotions. I shrieked with them. We were like monkeys, chattering together. Maybe not; we were too dangerous for that. Monsters. Pale, looming monsters. (Updates everyday day!!!) (Oh, and the picture on the title page doesn't belong to me!!! Credit to whoever it belongs to!!!)

The New Me di thebarbiegirl95

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I can't stand you. di romanticsdiary

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Love, Lies, and Loyalty: A Teens' Love Triangle di Written_Forevermore

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Bullied di aria__hawthorne

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Not Perfect Night, Doomed Night -[BBANGSAZ AU] di Rambamboiiii

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Broken Tags, Boundless Dreams cover

Scarlett ...Can't Be Tamed cover

A Look Inside My Head cover

The New Me cover

I can't stand you. cover

Love, Lies, and Loyalty: A Teens' Love Triangle cover

A Little Less Lonely Now (boy)² cover

Immortal (boy x boy) cover

Not Perfect Night, Doomed Night -[BBANGSAZ AU] cover

Broken Tags, Boundless Dreams

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