Shoulder-length, wavy, milk-chocolate hair with whirling gray eyes, Emilee stood a perfect 5'6. Straight 'A' student, gorgeous, nice,athletic,outgoing, popular, needless to say I was jealous.
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I mean I have the whole straight 'A' thing going for me, but...the rest not so much. Great. One out of 6, what a horrible percentile.
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I couldn't stop the hateful things that flew through my head. Gosh what was even worse was that she was nice. Horrifically and disgustingly nice. Gosh why couldn't she have been a witch?
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As she attempted to make conversation with me, I looked away. I hated high school. I just felt like I didn't belong. Everyone was so...so, mature. They had all changed so much from the little kids that I knew. Yet, here I am in the same body, same mind, same friends, same everything. I felt like everyone was 2 steps ahead of me and when I tried to catch up I'd just fall more behind.
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I looked at Emilee. She was talking to Chris...a football player. Ugh, I forgot to mention Emilee was also so freaking innocent, it made me feel disgusting about myself. She doesn't have a boyfriend, even if she has a whole flock just waiting. Life stinks.
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-poke-
I glared at the person that dared to bother me when I was brooding. Bree stared at me with owlishly eyes. A smile unknowingly passed my lips.