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I walked in slowly, pulling my shorty shorts as far down as I could. Please oh please, no one talk to me!! I thought, passing more and more people in my name.
I looked around, particularly watching a boy with ginger hair, and a green hoodie and sweatpants. He wore this strange backpack, I'm guessing it was for ghost hunting. That Panty and Stocking probably use something similar. I walked psst these two beautiful girls, one with blonde hair and the other with long blusish(?) black. Who the hell are they? I thought, watvhing them strut doen the hallway. The blondie looks like a stripper, and the goth is probably lonely and an outcast. I thought. I looked around, at the banners, the carpet. They all said Panty and Stocking. Wait, are they the SCHOOL QUEENS?! I thought, looking shocked. These Panty and Stocking girls are going down.
I walked to class slowly, wanting to be late. But NO, a teacher rushes us all to class. I sat down, quickly getting organized, as I always would do. The teacher rambled on about school rules, making friends, blah blah blah. The ginger boy was in my class. I just stared at him, I don't know why. He turned, I don't know if he looked at me or not, but I quickly snapped out of my day dreaming. What. Are. You. DOING!?! I thought. That boy is probably into someone else. I convinced myself of that, setting my mind off daydream mode. But that whole day, I kept on remembering the image of the ginger, his hair falling over his eyes, the sun in the perfect postition, a true masterpiece.
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Traitor
FanfictionLacey hates her sisters. She grew up with the Demond sisters, and one day decides to take charge. She runs away. What is her life like now? Read Traitor to find out.
