Insecure
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Hei! My name is Emma, I'm 20 years old and I'm from Denmark. My parents and I moved to England when i was 16 and a half. I'm an only child and there for i almost get what i want. I now live by myself, and no, not in a beautiful house, i live on the street by myself. Why you may ask? I guess you'll have to read my story to find out. I find it really hard to find new friends because I am very insecure and i always get scared, i have anxiety so that's a problem for me too. And when I am around people, I am awkward! I do really awkward things, and I always end up tripping over myself or spilling. I'm really clumsy if you hadn't already guessed. But one day. All of this changes. My whole life changes. It turns upside down. You don't wanna miss out! ---- A/N Hi! My name is Line and I'm from Denmark so sorry if i misspell anything! Hope you want to read this story, it has some personal things in it too, like things i've experienced myself<3 LOVE U LOTS! ENJOY.....
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As I walk into the school, he spots me and immediately starts talking to me. I brush past him, ignoring him, but today is definitely not my lucky day... He grabs my arm firmly, stopping me, and turns me to face him. The pain on my face contorts his expression. "What's wrong, Emma? Lost your voice, lizard?" I don't look at him; my head is hung low once again. "When I'm talking, you need to look at me!" he shouts, lifting my chin so I have to meet his gaze. I look at him, but it's not with innocence; it's with anger. "Oh, look, Emma's angry, everyone!" he mocks. "Just leave me alone," I say, meeting his eyes as I pull my arm free from his grip and walk away. He stares at me, shocked, as do all the kids around us, not expecting what I just did.

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