Voyage
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I've been in the same class with him since kinder-garden, yet we've never spoken.There's a perfectly logical reason for that:He was the bad boy and i was the ordinary sort of girl-Its an unwritten rule that our kinds just don't mix, he probably didn't even know i was alive and sometimes i wished he wasn't, having a crush on the bad boy is frustrating. Having a crush on this bad boy is damn near fatality, strenuous.Gaining his attention was impossible,getting noticed,even more so.He was a jerk and i was trying to ignore the attraction.I'd almost given up hope of getting close to him,but that was before i beat up his girlfriend. Now i cant seem to escape,but getting to know the bad boy raised a question:do bad boys have feelings?
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Ever since I was a kid, I knew I was different. Other children didn't like hanging out with me. I was silently bullied, and even the teachers seemed to hate me. And honestly? I was ugly. I really was... different. The way I talked, the way I walked-people even said my walk was horrifying (don't ask). The way I did things, the things I found interesting... they all set me apart. Then I entered high school. Suddenly, I became popular. I was beautiful, with a figure people envied. I had tons of friends-three-quarters of whom I still don't know by name. I had the perfect best friend. Teachers adored me. I was even the school's valedictorian. Sure, people still called me weird, but I ruled. Until everything came crashing down... all in one day. --- The day I didn't talk to my best friend. Just one day. Only, I didn't know we wouldn't speak again for days, then months... then years.

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