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Whitney POV
I leaned over the dumpster as I tried to gag myself when somebody pulled me back
It was Ansley.
She asked me "What are you doing?"
Ansley is originally from Scotland and my best friend. She's super rich like me and we both have dad issues.
But the similarities end there. Ansley never cared what others thought and she befriends people mainly because she likes them.
I wish I was her some days.
"I'm...I'm..."
Ansley crossed her arms "Weeeelll?"
I wince. The drawn out 'well' means many things but in this instance it meant "Whitney, I know what crap your pulling and if you lie to me I'm dragging you to the consulers office."
I hung my head "I just want to feel pretty...So Tony will notice me and Daddy will love me."
There was silence. Then I felt Ansley hug me "Whitney... I'll knock Tony around for you but you really need to tell someone and if you don't I will."
I nod. Ansley will make good that promise.
We walk back into school arms around each other.
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