"That Girl"

"That Girl"

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She was always the one in every grade that was in the corner reading or would choose the desk farthest from everyone in the classroom, and never raised her hand. "That one girl" as everyone called her, her real name was natty she never told anyone her name cause she thought that the other students would make fun of her. Natty lived in the ran down old brick apartment building on 10th street, on the 3rd story in the only 2 bedroom apartment in the building.Natty always either wore a white dress with yellow blossoms on it or jeans with a shirt, her favorite colors of shirt were purple, and red. Her mom Sydney had left two years ago to follow her heart with a man and left natty behind with her dad Ryan and Ryan questioned himself on how he would be able to take care of himself and natty so he gave up once his wife left he started drinking before going to work and right after work he would come home drunk and frustrated and would take it out on Natty.
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"Well then. That's the first time a girl has ever rejected my close proximity," he said, eyes ablaze with a playful fire. "You better get used to it," I retorted as I spun on my heel and headed for the school doors that led to the outside. "I've never met anyone like you before," he called after me, this time, not coming after me. "I know, Romeo. I'm a special little snowflake," I called back, not turning around. "You got the 'little' part right there, Princess!" he shouted after me. I threw up my middle finger back to him and heard him laugh as I exited out the doors rather dramatically. ... I'm tired of all those high school stories about a straight-A girl student with the perfect life who falls for the stereotypical Mr. Bad Boy who wears leather black jackets and only has a soft spot for her. That's not how the real world works, sweetheart. I may look like a damsel, but I'm never in distress. ... Not me making fun of the "she's not like every other girl" trope &lt;3 o.o :)) I like to think I'm funny. After all: #3 in amusement 10/22/22 #1 in banter 10/31/22 #3 in friendship 11/7/22

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