"Hey, who’s that?" "I think her names Bessie or something;" "Na, I think it's Matilda..." "Where did you get the name 'Matilda' from?" "I dunno, but who cares." "Yeah, guess you’re right."
Those are the words I get from typical know-how girls in Royal Patrons Grammar College. My name is not 'Bessie', or 'Matilda'; which they presume, it's Boxy Slade. How is that hard to remember? I have no clue. But I'm not drop-dead gorgeous, or ugly, I'm not your snobby fashionista, or smart geek, I am Boxy Slade. No one thinks that. It seems when you have glasses, you’re not cool. Aha, there should be a day where all those know-how's wear glasses, the really ugly bug eye ones. Aha, a girl can dream. Sure, I don't have friends from this school. But I have two true friends, not a hundred zombie ones. My life didn't stay like that. Not at all. No one would even recognise my face if it wasn't for this rather tragic event. I would call it a catastrophe. Not to be cliché, but it is your common teenage story. But this is my twist, which I hope, you will enjoy.
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Authors Note: You’re probably confused. So am I. This was done from scratch. This is just an introduction to open up the story. I might not update as frequently as I want, but I have school, and the usual. If you’re not insanely satisfied with this start, check my other book "Omniscient Guardians" if you have not already. Help promote my story, and please vomment! (I changed my username so I had to reload it up for you lovelies, sorry for the inconvenience)
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Behind Those Glasses (ON HOLD)
Teen FictionIs it Bessie? Is it Matilda? No, it's Boxy Slade, who attends Royal Patrons Grammar College. No one remembers her name, but James has the decency to show up and turn her life into a maze. James is one of those jock slackers, wanting a favour from B...
