Not Just A Mean Girl
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Last published Mon, Nov 28, 2016
Kate Howard, who am I?
Its almost as though people don't realise I can hear them when I stride down the school corridors, my 6-inch stilettos clacking forcefully on the tiled floor.
Even my three hundred dollar hair extensions can't block out the whispers of slut, whore , bitch , skank and tramp, that escape the mouths of every student as I saunter past them with a misleading smile on my face.
I cant tell the difference anymore between the mask I'm forced to wear around my so called 'friends' and the real me , the real Kate.
Why did I do this to myself you might ask?
Thats what I'm here to tell you , my story started with a boy , a short dress , red lipstick and a night I will never forget.
This is my story.
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Today is my first day of a new school , I'm so happy that I didn't think anything could go wrong......but it did because life's a bitch . I was walking the hallways with my stuff that I got from the guidance office and I bump into a wall....no, not a wall....a living, breathing human . "Watch where you're going." He angrily muttered . I knew that voice anywhere. I looked up and saw him there, he stood tall in black jeans and a white t-shirt, staring at the ceiling . "Well, well, well, hello asshole." I said, glaring up at him. His eyes widened. "What the fuck are you doing here?!" He asked me. "Apparently bumping into you." I said. "I hate you!" He said. "So do I, but you know what they say... actions speak louder than words." I said punching him square in the face. He fell down holding his jaw. "I hope it hurt." I said. Then I casually walked away like nothing ever happened, hiding my bruised hand in my jacket pocket. [COMPLETED]
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