I'd usually partly be worried for those kids, seeing them suffer, and cry from that "popular girl" I'd say. After all that, I'd still like her, for her clothes and expensively un-stored, un-worn, new items.
I didn't notice how she treated people, so meanly, and toxicity, horrendousmently attitude as always, acting like she's the queen of the world.
I always thought she was the queen, though, of how rich she was. I once started to really really hate her. Her face usually brang me bad luck, and sorrow. Face also, ruined my day, whenever she looked at me in a "rolls eyes" way, pushing me in the hallways, while going to class,
She one time hurt me, my back. I started to scream, called me a "cry baby". I ran as fast as I could, wishing to punch her and her face. Wishing that I could use her body as a punching bag, ripping her crappy face. Running to the principals office, telling them, filing out a report.
Crap. I forgot to say, how she treated other students too. I grabbed the paper again, granting for permissions to continue writing. Getting a "Yes, of course you can. Anytime", response. I didn't know the girls name, until I got an answer from the school office-staff, saying that her name is Mikayla. I was in shock, knowing that Mikayla is my cousins name, while continuing to filling out the report.
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The Diverse of Colorful Eyes
Teen FictionYou might think, the people that have colorful eyes, are living the best life, better than yours. It might not be as what you think.
