"Loser," Melanie said in a tight voice. She then proceeded to walk away and I followed her as I always did. Along with Kristine, a 'friend' if you would call her, but she wouldn't care less.
A plastic doll, her underlings, a lacky, facsimile those words were what everyone says I am. They say it without even knowing me really, but then there wasn't anything to know about me.
And with Melanie as our 'mascot' so to say, everyone simply jumps to conclusions. And I would too, if I were them.
One of those typical rich spoiled brat, they would say. And she is, but even rich spoiled brats have their own thoughts and their own actions. They aren't all photocopies of each other, exactly the same in every way.
But most do have something in common....
It's that no one is willing to understand them, and why should they? Their the villain in their lives, doing nothing but creating trouble for themselves.
Except their not only the villain in others lives, but in their own as well.
What most of them don't know is that most of Melainie's mockery of them is mockery of herself.
STAI LEGGENDO
Plastic Doll
Teen FictionYou know those lackeys in most highschool stories? The ones people often forget to name? Those that are simple labeled lackey #1 or lackey #2? The lackeys that follow the 'queen' of the school everywhere? Well, let me tell you that they're humans t...
