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Where we have left off….

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"Why did you run away?" I questioned. She immediately looked sad and guilty. I felt like swallowing back my question once I looked at her face.

"Well, it's a long story," She started with a sigh…

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Chapter 2: How She Came To Be

((A.N.-90 of this part of the story is TRUE! The names have been replaced though. Everything in parenthesis, ( ), are FALSE!))

Jasmine P.O.V. Her flashback.

"Hah, I told you," the very short bald kid taunted. I gaped at him, feeling the color leaving my cheeks.

"Who did it?" I choked out, almost unable to breathe. The little guy just smirked and walked away.

"Hey! Come back! I need to know!" I shouted at his back. I wanted to beat the pulp out of that idiot. He just kept walking, walking to his next class.

I felt like sobbing, who could ever do this to me? The truth is that someone had pretended that she/he was me, using their phone and asking random people out, if they wanted an enlargement, and lots of perverted things.

((A.N.-In the real live story, "Jasmine's" MySpace was hacked, and the hacker posted enlargement messages on bulletin.))

Everyone started to glare at me or back away from me, thinking that I was perverted and sick.

Great, just great. You know what's more perfect? It had to be that little kid to tell me what was going on. Out of all people, that baldie loved spreading rumors and pretending to be small and cute.

I had asked my friends, they were acting weird, too. They said it was true, and said that they even got phone calls.

I cried all night that day. Why did it happen to me? I then knew why.

My 6th grade crush, Randy. I had liked him, and as a 7th grader, I still yearned to at least speak to him. Whenever I saw him, my lips will cease moving, my tongue seems to swell up to prevent me from speaking, and I will start to feel my hands turning numb from nervousness.

Unfortunately for me, it became obvious that I liked Randy. He was an Asian nerd, with dark rectangular glasses and high grades. He liked me back, I know because I accidentally overheard him saying so to one of his best friends.

I didn't wear my glasses all the time then, so I didn't look like a nerd at all and my very best friend kept persuading me to get over him and find a better looking boy.

I had this friend who kept talking to him, catch me stealing a look at him, and talk to him whenever she could. She was my very best friend, but I didn't tell her that I liked Randy. I knew that she already aware of my crush.

Once we all turned 7th grade, she ignored me. Talking to her new best friend, Jenny was all she did. She started wearing revealing shirts and skirts, talking preppy, and acting cool.

Whenever she saw me, she would turn and whisper something to any friend beside her. I felt like a stooge.

When the phone calls began, she stayed even farther away from me, at least 50 feet away from me. Whenever she saw me, she would turn around and speed walk in another direction.

I felt like jumping into conclusions and saying that she sent all the fake phone calls. And yet I felt guilty telling on her. How could I feel this way?

Once we jumped into 8th grade, she became immensely popular. And guess what? So did Randy. He started wearing shades instead of glasses. Wearing black, gangster-like clothes and talking with his newly changed voice.

I knew he would never notice me, a needle in the large haystack of students that kept me away. I started taking baths twice a day, highlighted my hair, and did my nails.

I started not turning in my homework and saying, "Who cares about homework anyway?" and relax like I had no worries.

(Almost immediately, I got a progress report. My dad blew up and slapped my face continuously, calling me stupid, careless, and forgetful over and over.)

After that, I felt small, invisible, and lonely. My best friend from 6th grade looked uneasy around me. She seemed nervous whenever I approached her. I had no other friends to go to.

I had made friends with some popular kids. But now I avoided them. Why? Well, one day, I asked them a question on homework. One of them turned around and said, "Do your own homework, freak." The others laughed.

I stood by myself during P.E., no one asked me to join their basketball game or something. If I ever tried to get into a game, someone pushed me onto the floor, act guilty, and say, "Sorry, why don't you sit over there and talk to you best buddy, Air?"

Randy avoided me, too. I started to feel out of place. I decided to find somewhere I will fit in.

(And that's why I ran away.)

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End Of Chapter 2

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