grown a custom....

Chapter three....

Grown a custom 3

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Charlotte continues...

My class had to line up outside. I was just about to take my book out before some next E.T, girls decided to barge me out the way of the straight line.

They stood in front of me.

I mean what do I look like?

I honestly can't see why some bitch*s won't just leave me be. Come on why?

Is it because I am new?

"for fuck's sake", I kissed my teeth stretching the hissing noise.

They turned around. Glaring in unison causing there faces to look even more ugly. With locked on arms. The girl in the middle speaks,

"so, what you saying," she barks.

She screwed up her face. Causing me to frown in disgust.

"Em, You're the ones that pushed me".

The second girl decides to speak, "Marshae, Leave her."

I sigh involuntary.

"well she's a bitch and that's how I talk to bitches." Marshae spat.

"what's your problems," I asked.

The third girl tried to make me look stupid, "she said what your problems." She laughs.

"yeah, because you much have loads of problems in that head of yours to be talking to me like that," I raised my voice a little too loud causing a crowd of boys and girls to form around us.

"oh so you think your something just because you're wearing malrice's coat?"

"Malrice? Who's that? I laugh. I call him Mal. By the way."

--author's note: malrice is pronounced malreece--

They start talking to each other like I wasn't even there. Some short term memory loss or something? Or is something that these dummies do? -_-"

The first girl speaks again as a stood firm hand in hand watching her, "oh he must like her oowoo."

The second girl speaks to the first one, "but he told me that he likes you."

Marshae's face screwed up, "oh shut up Shara." then kissed her teeth.

We aren't done yet.

Some next butch guy came towards us. He wore the secondary school colours but in a tracksuit not uniform set. He speaks,

"come on girls get changed."

He had the key to the changing room and opened the door. We all walked into the changing room. The crowd broke from around us, the tension just vanished from there. I went into the corner section of the changing room. Simply because... well I can't and do feel comfortable- just forget it.

The corner was completely secluded away from everyone's eyes.

They would have to come to where I was to see my changing.

I felt safe.

I took off Mal's coat. It smelt so much like him. That's a good thing. I don't know how to explain it. I he has to be the nicest guy I have talked well flirted with since... since. I don't want to say, but he's something really special.

He seems intelligent and fun to be with.

I'm going to stick with this one.

He seems dangerous.

I could tell by the belt he had on.

Louis Vuitton limited edition. Only ten were made, and sold on the high street.

Not cheap.

I had taking off all my clothes. I was ready to start putting on my P: E uniform until I hear all the girls in a different section of the changing room, striping. They swung their clothes above their heads and sang to the song Trey Songz - I invented sex. I just sat in my corner sad, frustrated because I could bring myself to be so proud of my body.