So, today's the day. The big unveiling. They drive me to the street corner so I can have the best view. Once we get there, I stare at my shoes, listening to everyone else's reaction first. I hear a some quiet mumbling, whispers, and brace myself for the worst. I reluctantly look up at the monstrous sign before me. Oh my, it's not nearly as bad as I thought it'd be. Actually, it's pretty sweet. My hair looks great even after getting it darkened, my eyes are open, and even all the guys are smiling. The words are centered, and it's very attention-grabbing. So, I should be good, right? Right??
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Roots
Teen FictionElla's your typical hometown hero. After living in TinyTown, USA, for the first 18 years of her life, she took her God-given talent out to Hollywood to make it big. And she did. Now she's back home for a bit, and doesn't know what to expect. When Ow...
