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(A/N: I wrote this last year. All of it, but how I act in my classes, is the same.) Everything about me is uniquely different. What I think. What I do. How I act. My mind is one was to prove it.
Her hair So Perfectly done. Tied up In a messy bun. She thinks This Looks pretty cool. Sprays it Then goes to school. Her makeup Done So thickly applied. Lines of orange On the side.
Blonde hair Long and fair Eyes ocean blue Looking through you Top loose, exposing Good for posing.
Chapter 8 I stayed with Jess for 2 weeks and then they came. "Jess. Becky. Your parents!" Ruth yelled (she was a social worker) we ran downstairs, there stood mum and dad (Jess's) "mum. Dad.
I wasn't like all the other girls, when they wanted to be princesses I wanted to be an author. I wasn't like all the other girls.
I am Araya. Uh-Ray-Uh. Or Kurt. I love to scream. I love people to video tape me doing stupid things. I am a discreet attention seeking loser. I love to dye my hair. Red, bleach, blue. I love it.
He smokes weed as if it's something he's done before It runs in his family blood; they've all done drugs therefore he's gonna continue that tradition I just hope he leads his life in the right...
I wear my hair around my face, or up around my ears, I wear it how I want to - not to mirror all my peers.
We are told by society that we have to talk, act and look a certain way. We are told in school that if your not an amazing sports player then your a nobody. But then we are also told no one is...