Sorry this is so short! I'm just trying out writing (or typing) a full on story. If I get good feedback, I will continue.
But for now… enjoy!
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In retrospect, I should have seen the signs. I mean, my life was just so perfectly normal; I was content. But something had to come along and steal my happiness. And that came in the form of a Gucci wearing devil. But lets get to that point of the story later.
It was the little things that caught me off guard.
The first sign was so minor; the most perceptive person probably couldn't have seen it. I used to have these 3 freshmen that would always give me nasty looks in the hallways. It's not like I did anything too! I've never even talked to them in my life. So, it became a daily routine of I, Ally Dawson, would receive one serving of oh mah gawd she's so ugly face every morning before first period. It became a ritual soon, and I found myself knowing exactly when they would walk down the tiled hallway with a clink-clank of their heels.
One day, while waiting for my friend, I looked down at my watch and expected the freshmen any second now. As they passed by, they didn't scowl at me, but rather gave me a smug look. Like they knew something bad was going to happen to me soon. I found it strange, and started wondering for the umpteenth time this week as to why they hated me. But as the day carried on, my mind wandered to other topics and I forgot about it completely.
The second sign was my friends. I've always been the girl who was nice, and always had people to talk too. Many came up to me with fashion advice, boy troubles, and any other run-of-the-mill teen problems. Others asked me about my day, and how was my classes.
As time wore on, I found myself walking to classes by myself, with no one to talk to. My friends suddenly dropped off the face of the earth. I could not come in contact with one of them. And if I did see them at school, they would give me a hurried Sorry! Can't talk excuse and would practically run away. A stone took up residence at the bottom of my stomach after this, and twisted painfully every time someone would reject me.
The third and most recent sign that my regular teen life was ending was the rumors. As I walked down the hallway, some would stop and stare, and some would run to their friends to tell them about the newest Ally Dawson tale. The stories were so numerous in size that I even heard about them behind open lockers and closed stall doors. Ridiculous! I didn't date 5 guys at once! I've never even had a boyfriend! Why would someone say something like this! My inner voice fumed.
Unfortunately, my questions would be answered sooner than I expected by none other than the before-mentioned devil, Cassidy Rodgers.