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Chapter 9

(Skip to the first day of school)

Graces POV
    I'm really dreading going to school today. I've been getting so much messages about that stupid video, and I hate being the center of attention. I lay in my bed with my eyes wide open. My school doesn't start till 7:30 and right now it's 5:15.... I go on Twitter for a little bit until 5:30. I hop in the shower because my hair looked like poop. The refreshing warm water felt so good. It's almost like it took all the stress off of me. I take of my bandages from my stupid leg, and wash out the cuts.

"Ouch!" I scream in pain.

"Shut up!" Mark yells at me, and I secretly stick up my middle finger. He thinks he so cool because he's the most popular kid at school. Everyone knows Mark, and either people think he's a god, or people hate him. I'm on the side that hates him, because he's my brother and he's annoying af. I get out of the shower and dry myself off. I go into my room and put on a reddish maroonish tank top with a tribal print pocket, and light wash jeans. I go back into the bathroom and blow dry my long dirty blonde hair. Once it's dry, I go over it with a straightener. Once I'm done with my hair, I put on some concealer on my under eyes. I put on a thin coat of mascara and some baby lips Chapstick.

"Perfect!" I say to myself in the mirror. I run down the stairs and Mark was sitting at the counter eating a bowl of lucky charms.

"Where's mom?" I ask, and he gives me a glare.

"Why do you care?" He says.

"I don't know. Just wanted to know." I say, and he rolls his eyes. I grab a granola bar and quickly eat it. Mark was already done with his breakfast, and was getting all his stuff ready. I quickly put on my white converse, and get my backpack. Mark was about to walk to school, but my mom came and stopped him.

"Mark! Grace! Wait up, I need a picture!" My mom yells, and me and Mark look at each other and roll our eyes.

"Come on, hurry up! I don't want you guys to be late for school! But I need a picture!" She says. Me and Mark stand next to each other.

"Smile!" She says, and takes about one million pictures of us.

"Have fun at school! Bye!" My mom says, and waves at us. Mark runs out the door.

"Bye mom!" I say, running out the door.
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