MY PLASTIC SURGERY SUMMER
((Pt.3))
Ugly. Stupid. Four-eyes. Fat. Disgusting.
I remember those words as clear as day.
But not anymore. I'm beautiful now.hit
That Plastic Surgery saved my life...or so I thought.
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"You're the ugliest f**king b*tch I've ever seen! You thought a fat git like you could be good enough to have my Connor?! What a laugh, girlfriend." Grace sneered, kicking dirt in my face.
The pain hurt so bad. Blood was dripping from my leg.
"Stop." I panted, "I didn't know Connor was joking. I'm sorry."
Grace smiled. "I thought we were bff's for life, I really did, Crystal. But you see, I was always the pretty one and you knew it. I wore cute little flower headbands and you tied your hair back so much you looked like a sh*t pile!You're so fat and horrid no-one will ever like you! Hehe!"
"Sorry." I gasped, breathing for air.
A leg pushed my face into a muddy puddle.
"Grace.." Connor muttered.
"Shut up, honey boo! I'm having too much fun now! Remember this, PLASTIC SURGERY won't even help you. You're a pile of trash. You see, I did a good thing. You would have committed suicide because you were so disgusting. I did it for you instead! Hehe!" Grace giggled cruelly, flicking her hazel - brown hair over her shoulder.
"I beg for your forgiveness, Grace. I'm so sorry. Sorry." I pleaded, tears stinging in my eyes.
"Aw! Isn't that cute, Conny boo? She's begging. Like a beast." Grace laughed, tugging my hair so her face was next to mine.
"Grace, stop. Enough." Connor said quietly, tapping her shoulder.
"SHUT THE F**K UP! CAN'T YOU SEE I'M ENJOYING MYSELF HERE?!?!" Grace screamed, turning around.
Connor went quiet once more, and stared at me with an emotionless expression.
My heart was throbbing and, everything spinning. Everything was hurting and aching so so BAD right now. Grace peered at me, and took a stick from a trashcan.
"Sweet dreams, you ugly, pimply beggar." Grace laughed, hitting me on the back with it hardly.
Then the next part made me so happy. Everything went black.
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I woke up, sweating all over.
I checked the time on the little red alarmclock next to my bed. 3 o'clock in the morning.
That dream was frightening. But it didn't matter. That was the old me.
I've changed.
I'm one of the Populars now.
I sighed, and shook my head. There was no use going back to sleep now.
I logged onto Facebook, and the first person I saw online was....Jake.
Great.
Just great.
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