Notes | thank you to everyone who read, reviewed and favorited corrupted. that was my first oneshot (and my first fanfic period) so i'm glad you all enjoyed it.
Disclaimer | Disclaimed!
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A gaggle of beautiful girls sit at the back of a cafeteria. Huddled around a table, talking about the latest rumors, each one of them takes a turn keeping an eye out for witnesses and shoos them off when they get too close.
I, sitting next to them, pretend not to listen and take out a novel to read.
It's not to say I'm not friends with the Pretty Committee
I am
But sometimes I wish they talked about something other than gossip.
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A soccer team is on the field doing drills. Looking down at their feet as they dribble the ball, they struggle to keep control as they accidently kick it across the field.
I, being on that soccer team, show my athletic prowess, dribbling the ball effortlessly through the cones and back like a pro.
It's not to say I think I'm better than the OCD Sirens
I don't
But sometimes I feel like I'm selling myself short
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A group of nerds gush over a small poster. They show one of their friends that the local museum has just opened an Ancient Egypt exhibit and ask her to come and visit it with them
I, also looking at the poster, kindly decline the invitation
It's not to say I don't want to hang out with the Witty Committee
I do
But I don't want to be labeled as a loser beyond repair.
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A woman in her early forties lectures her daughter. She explains how she will be taking a geometry course over the summer so she will take Algebra II as a freshman and be ahead of all of her classmates.
I, listening to the woman, nod impatiently, waiting for her to conclude her lecture.
It's not to say I won't listen to my mom
I will
But I don't think she fully understands what I want
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A young girl sprays Chanel perfume to subside the sweat stain smell coming from her soccer jersey. After she puts on her Cleopatra wig over her pre-wrap and messy bun, she adjusts her floor length church skirt to make sure it hides her skintight miniskirt.
I, being that girl, look into the mirror and hurl my cell phone at it in frustration.
It's not to say I hate being Kristen Gregory
I don't
but I hate being so conflicted