tton. Alarm clocks were the worst invention ever. Sure, they were necessary

ood to deal with all the remarks, but my inner 'good girl was telling me to g

hroom. I knew it was 6:15 a.m. without glancing at the clock. It allowed me

ooking back at me. It's not like I looked different. On the surface, I seemed t

t was difficult not to listen to all of the remarks made against me.

e occurred if I hadn't been so deafeningly. Riley, who had a relatively decent life, would still be invisible to me. I'd still have

ssed, dreading the day. The sooner I

I always have to wriggle and hop about to get slim pants on, no matter

wore short skirts or skin-tight denim, I wore casual jeans and a t-sh

t belonged to my brother. No matter how lovely they were, I wasn't g

th hair, I just had a few minutes before leaving to get something to eat. I

ng sure all the lights were turned off. Only one more day. I repeated t

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gave instructions from the front of the room. Students all arou

dn't help that he talked in such a monotonous tone that you fell asleep. Everyone un

which worsens things. We were only a few weeks into school, and everyone was already b

began scribbling along the margins of my paper, leaning my face against my hand. Thi

realize I wasn't paying attention from my seat in the back of the classroom. The

you were there. Nobody paid attention to me, which was beautiful since i

intend

bt! Everyone i

parties this school year; they nee

d that everyone was so preoccupied with the celebration that they had forgotten about

te time getting ready." One of the girls in

m, we always win." They couldn't see me roll my eyes since my head was angled

the cheating harlot." And there you have it. My n

ed quietly. All the females didn't seem to mind that he'd oppre