Chapter I

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Why Do You Capitalize Every Single Word?

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New. Some People Wouldn't Think That Word Could Change Someone’s Life, But It Did For Me.Being The ‘New Girl’ At HighSchool Isn't Fun, Especially If Its Infested With Bullies And Preps Who Don't Care About You Unless Your Good Enough To Be Bullied. Anyways, Back On Topic.Im Pretty Smart, Gifted, But Nobody At School Cares About How Smart You Are. The Irony, I Know. I Love Reading And Math, Science And History Is O.K. To Me, But What I Love Most Is Art.I’ve Been Drawing And Painting Since I Was Two, And Thats Pretty Much My Life.So This Is How It All Started…

I Stumble Over My Own Foot, Dropping My New Textbooks As The Bell Rings.“Ugh..” I Mutter, Sitting Down To Pick Them All Up. I Hear Snickering Behind Me, And I Wince At The Thought Of Who It Might Be. “Well Well Well, If It Isn't The ‘New Girl’. What’s Her Name Again? Oh Wait, Nobody Cares!” She Laughs, Making Herself Sound As Evil As She Is.My Eyes Water, Even Though I Know She’s Just Doing This To Make Her Feel Better About Herself.“Right Back At You,Rebecca…” I Mutter, Already Hating Hearing Her Name And Regretting What Just Came Out Of My Mouth. “Excuse Me?” She Says, Obviously Not Offended While Flipping Her Flawless Ombre Hair Over Her Shoulder.I Decide To Fight Back, Even Though I Know Its A Bad Choice.“Yeah, You Heard Me. What, You Cant Take Good Comebacks? Poor You.” Her ‘Gang’ Of Preps Gasp At The Sight Of Someone Wanting To Fight Rebecca.
I Notice People Get Out Their Phones To Record, Glad Its Not Them. I Back Up A Bit, Knowing What She Might Do. I Clutch My Textbooks Against My Chest, Sort Of Like A Shield. I Don't Know How They’ll Help, But I Do Know This Is The Only Place To Put Them Right Now. ”You Think Your So Smart? Well You Just Did The Most Stupid Thing You’ll Ever Do In Your Entire Life.”She Gets In My Face. A Little Too Close, But I Don't Dare Back Up.”You Think I Care?” I Say, Trying To Hide The Trembling In My Voice.”You Think I Care What You Think About Me?”I Say It More Confidently, Even Though Im Still Shaking. “With My Popularity, You Should! My Blog Has Over 15,000,000 Followers, And This,”She Motioned To The Crowd Holding Up Their Phones, Obviously Recording Us.”Is Definitely Going Up On It.”I Went Red In The Face, Just Because I Hated Being Recorded Or On Camera.
”Post It. I Dare You. See What Good It Does.” I Knew It Would Destroy My Life, But I Wanted To Say Something That Might Break Her Down A Little. “Just Because Your Popular, Doesn't Mean That You Can Boss Anybody Around Whenever You Want.”I Said This With Confidence, Knowing It Was True.“You- I-” Growling In Her High Pitched Voice, She Backs Up, Defeated For Once. “Come On Girls, Lets Get Away From This Freak!” I Smirk Faintly, Knowing I’ve Done Something No One Else Has.

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