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☆彡 chapter one It’s crazy how people think they can act however they want. In this case, yes, they can, because nobody likes to stand up to them. It’s absolutely crazy how the nicest people get taken advantage of. They’re too nice. They never get mad, or yell, or stand up for themselves. Someone else has to do it for them. That would be me. But, I can’t do it forever, or they won’t learn to do it themselves. They won’t know what to do if someone takes advantage of them in the real world. So, I have to stop at a point. And I think now, right now, is a good time to stop. ☆彡 chapter two I’m popular at school. With the nice people. The uncivilized ones hate me. Again, for a reason. If you were at my high school, you’d understand. Nobody cares for the ‘tender’ ones. They’re mostly ‘uncool’, and ‘unpopular’. And I guess my job is to fix that. Do I want that to be my main label? The girl who stands up to bullies? Maybe. It’s better than, ‘The Jock’, or, ‘The Nerd’. Or anything else..in between. But that label comes with a consequence, apparently. As I said, the bullies, or in my case, the ‘targets’, despise me. They will do anything to get rid of me. To steal my crown. Their pride. Why do they do it? Well, they’re jerks. They have nothing better to do. Just stealing other people’s passions. Their motivation. And, it’s my job to steal theirs. ☆彡 chapter 3 “How many times do I have to tell you, Lily, to stop wearing that? It embarrasses me.” Sophia says in the cafeteria line, to one of the tenders. Listen, I don’t really want to jump into their conversation. And plus, I said I would stop. It’s not good for me, or them. “Sorry Sophia. I couldn’t find anything else decent to wear.” Lily shrugged. “You call this decent? That’s pathetic.” Lily grabs a milk, and takes a burger. “If I were you, I wouldn’t eat that if you don’t want to get fat,” Sophia comments, and arrogantly grabs an orange juice and salad. “See ya, Lily.” She says, demoniacally as she walks towards where the ‘popular’ girls are sitting. And now, is my time to jump in. “Hey, Lily, don’t listen to her. I really like your blouse, and a burger and milk won’t make you, ‘fat’,” I scoff. Lily snickers. “I usually don’t.” “I can tell! Please don’t, you're giving her your pride. Don’t let her have it, she has too much confidence already.” “Thanks,” she says appreciatively, and walks over to a table by the ice cream freezer, as I grab my milk and burger.
