Super Cliché-In High School

This is the chapter of all things cliché in a high school the only thing I won't do is vampires and werewolves and witches.

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*beep beep* my alarm woke me up and I groaned loudly. I climbed out of bed, ignoring turning off the loud alarm. I walk over to my mirror instead of showering, eating breakfast or preparing for school. I take a long stare at the girl in mirror. I am so ugly; my long blonde hair is way too soft and sexy. I have a D-cup and I weigh 80 pounds and my butt is so tight black women would be jealous, but remember I'm ugly. My bright blue eyes that are practically flashlights in the dark are so f-ing ugly. My lips are pucker naturally like Angelina Jolie's not like any boy would want to kiss them. I finally wrap my brain around the fact that I have to go to school and I slowly pack my stuff.

I rush down stairs and grab a quick breakfast of 2 egg-white omelets. I magically get to school because I don't feel like describing the process to get there. At school everyone is staring at me, probably because they head that awful rumor that gosh-awful Daniela spread around that I prefer cheddar over mozzarella on my sandwiches. I walk down the hallway and I see Daniela hugging Chris. She is such a shank, wearing pants that go to her knee and that proper shirt that covers her chest and abdomen reeks of slut.

I scowl when I see Chris he is gorgeous, and his beautiful long dark hair sweeps over his Greek-god blue eyes but he is a complete idiot, jerk, and man-skank. I roll my eyes and head to my next class, 100 people wave at me on the way to my class. I am so unpopular. I slide into my English seat and take out a journal and a pencil.

Chris sits next to me and I growl. His amazing hair smells like a gorgeous pine forest and his face holds not a blemish but he's an idiot. He flashes his nearly fluorescent teeth towards me and I simply scowl at him. He shrugs his shoulders and turns to face the teacher.

My teacher is gorgeous; he's a young student teacher who is substituting because our old teacher who 'mysteriously' had a heart attack.

He's gorgeous; he looks like the models from Abercrombie bag. As I approached him I couldn't help but bite my lip. I'm going to not describe my class it's obviously not important.

After class my teacher called me to his desk...

I'm gonna leave a cliffhanger here for no reason. It'll build up suspense.

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I am sorry for the late update. Some personal things kept happening. Now, updates will occur more slowly and erratically because I am much busier. If you are reading my One Direction fan fiction, updates on that story will always happen later because my rant doesn't require as much thought as the fan fiction. I apologize.