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The summer holidays were over and today was your first day back to school. Great.
It wasnβt school you hated, no, it were the people. And with people I mean one specific person.
Chloe Bourgeoisβthe spoiled rotten mayors daughter that believes herself to stand above everyone and everything. Even her own father didnβt dare defy her. It was embarrassing, really.
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Either way, you refused to let that brat ruin your mood. Nor your teenage years. Hell, those were supposed to the be best!
You walked inside with a racing heart, you could practically feel it slamming against your ribcage.
Then, as you thought it was over, a sharp voice cut through the silence.
Chloe regarded you with a smirk. She seemed to assess your attire, specifically focusing on your shirt..
"Where did you dig up that outfit? The dumpster?" She mocked, laughing at her own remark. Chloe then proceeded to flip her hair over her shoulder, clearly expecting everyone to agree with her.
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