Update: I look behind me in time to see her. Carly, one of the most "popular" girl in 11th grade. I don't believe in labels, I mean, we aren't food! Carly's sea eyes glare at me, and if looks could kill, I'd be dismembered, my body parts everywhere. I quickly look down and hear te gossiping rising again. I hear the rumors. That my family is part of the mafia and I'm a serial killer. How people make that up I don't know. If they believe it, I don't know why they aren't terrified of me. Which wouldn't be all that bad. I know though, that Carly still looks at me, twirling an pulling on her beach blond hair. She hates how much attention I get from teachers, since I'm quiet and often daze into space. "Reilly, what year was the Mona Lisa created?" Mr. Matthews ask a student. Everything's forgotten and the class goes on. ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~• The lunch bell rings and I rush to the cafiteria, hoping Carly doesn't follow me. She always makes fun of me. Clothing, slight British accent, hair, face. I always see in books that the main character gets picked on, and always thought that wasn't true. Well, it officially is now. Girls who think they are better or need to put others down to feel good rule the school. Some teachers are terrified of these students. I only wish- "YOOHOO!!! ARI BABE!" I hear a bubbly voice yell. It's only one person in the whole world. Savannah Peterson, my "twin" and best friend rush to me and jumps on my back without warning. I groan and hold her weight and backpacks weight up.
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