integers

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all through elementary and middle school, she was popular in school. always had the best outfits, the longest and may I add, thickest hair, with straight A's on all report cards that were brought to her beautiful mansion.

then she put herself away. her smile was tired. her legs were tired. she was tired.

the first day of 9th grade, was not like the others no, she didn't wear her hair in a curly ponytail topped off with a bow.

now she was in 12th grade, funny thing is, nothing has changed

she didn't want to talk to anyone. she was so tired. I cannot stress how tired she was!

she wasn't planning on this sudden change. of course all of her old friends at the time told her that "God does everything for a reason, God has a plan"

"why did God pick me for this mental sickness if he just loves me so much? why did he make my mom an alcoholic? why did my dad have to leave? why did we go bankrupt. all in a summer too?

she believed in God, yet of course she had her doubts.

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the sound of silent sobbing roamed the dark hall that had a door separating a pure anxiety attack at its finest

she looked at herself with so much hatred.

"why are you doing this? please stop! I can't do this! please. I'll worship you, I'll praise you. I love you please let me go!" she whispered

all to the man above

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she doesn't dress emo, because she wasn't a full-on emo. she did her makeup still and often kept up with the latest fashion trends

as long as you look nice, she thought,
you don't have to be nice.

no, she wasn't a bitch who thought she was better than everyone else in the universe, she just didn't like talking to anyone.

her friends have tried to get her back, it hasn't worked. so they just dropped her because she was a toy that was out of batteries.

oh I forgot to mention who she actually is. what's 'shes' name? well that my friend, I don't know myself.

yet

hey yo what's up its ya girl and her first wattpad fic hopefully I don't get lazy and give up on it thx