"Bella!" My mother called. We were rich and I hate it. My mom was so fancy it was annoying. She's so naggy like I do everything well..."Yes Mom!"I yelled back
"Come down I have some news."She said. I just sighed and shook my head. Why would she want me? It's 8:00 am for gods sake! School doesn't start till 9:00.
I slid down the stairs and went straight to the couch. "What" i said out breath
"Since you do absolutely nothing around here so Im got you a stand at the spring Carnival."My mother said with a small smirk she was trying to hide.
"What! I do everything here, well... kinda! I clean up my messes." I said with a sigh. "I win! Oh and umm... you clean up your messes from the couch that you've been sitting on everyday, couch potato.
I glared at her and went back up. It was 8:30am. Time to get ready. I curled my hair into small curls. Not to mention that that I have brown hair with blond streaks. I then put on this and brush my teeth.
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We have no dress code and no uniforms, I think that's why all the girls dress like sluts. I mean pure sluts. They where crop tops, no I mean bra's and really,really short skirts and shorts, I mean really short.
I walked to the kitchen after finishing my makeup and stuff. Oh! And I don't cake my face. I grabbed
a granola bar and a water bottle and drove to school. I really don't know why, but there's not one single person who's not fake at my school. Like, why do think I hate everything and everybody.
I walked to my locker and went to my first class, English. All the teachers saw me as the favorite because I didn't dress or act like others. I was actually nice to them.
"Hello Mrs. Anderson" i said with a warming smile. "Ahh, hello my dear" she replied. She was the happiest teacher here.
Others were bored and sent glares at students. They talked like zombies and looked very tired. But I don't hate em. I walked to the seat in the very back and sat down. Class began and the player of the school kept on looking at me. His name was Jacob Loress.
He played girls, broke their hearts, and left them in the dirt. Oh and here come's our slut of the school. She sent me death glares because Jacob's usal attention went to her. But now it went to me.
Brittney Cold, I know right. Sucky name for her. My full name is Bella Anne Winters. People say it's unique and I like it.
The bell rang and I left the classroom. "Hey slut!" I heard someone call me. I turned around and saw Brittney. She's a complete slut meaning that this was what she was wearing.
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Like no girl, go put on normal clothes. "What do you want Brian" i said smirking "It's Brittney not Brian!" She screamed causing everyone to look. I just smirked and walked to my locker.
5 hours later... School was Seven Hours, SEVEN FREAKING HOURS!!! And Now I have to do that stupid Carnival.
I went home and saw my mom signing papers on the kitchen counter. "Hey mom." I said tired put my backpack down and looking in the fridge. Pizza! My boyfriend made it to my house! Yay! "Hey sweetie " she replied kissing my forehead. Then one thing came to my mind.
"Mom, what kind of stand is it?" I asked. She froze and stood there. This can't be good...
"Well umm... you see Bella, it's a Kissing Booth." She said guilty
