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Hi, my name is Ao Meng
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 | Differnces *** [ { part TWO} ] *** |
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| Created: 2007-07-17 22:15:41 |
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As I walked to school I concentrated on the rhythmic slapping of my sandals on the pavement, flip, flop, flip, flop, I didn't want to think about the day ahead. Flip flop flip flop flip flop......flip flop, I wish life was as simple as the cadence of my sandals. I turned the corner and the school building came into sight. A tangle of worries and confusing thoughts rushed into my head, I concentrated harder on the sound of my shoes. Flip flop, flip flop I whispered in a hopeless attempt at distraction. I spotted my group, THE group. The most popular girls of the 8th grade. Panic ebbed at my mind, what if they thought my outfit was bad, old, ugly? What would they say...what would I say? I made my way towards them with my head down, suddenly very interested in the pavement. The leader of our group, Annabelle, looked up as I stopped beside them. There was an expectant look on her face, as if I was supposed to give a speech or a play. “Hey guys…” I muttered instead. “Yeah, sure, nice sweatshirt” replied Rachelle (the “second in command”), her voice dripping with sarcasm. Everyone laughed. I gave a few feeble giggles, pretending like I didn’t care. I hung my head to hide the shame, scratching at a small stain in the corner. I heard the first period bell ring and jumped a little. I turned a bit, eager to head to homeroom and get away from the group. “I gotta go guys, see you at lunch!” I said, hoping to sound cheerful. No one paid any attention; they had already closed the gap in the circle where I had been. It was as if I had never been there. I hurried away but not fast enough that I didn’t catch what Annabelle was saying, “Yea, I know, she looked like a whale in that thing.” I ran now, the girls’ peels of laughter echoing in my head the rest of homeroom. Why didn’t couldn’t I stand up for myself? Today was going to be worse than I had thought.
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