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          So sorry that I have not been writing .
I have been way too busy to even do anything .
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Jake



Audrey,  Michelle,  Chloe , Mercedes
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1. WhoAreYou
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   June 3, 2011 7:49pm UTC
   Who Are You ?
   Chapter Eleven
   Sorry to all the fans of this story. But I can't get myself to write anymore. I am stopping for the moment to do another story. xD. The name is GrewUpTooFast . This was the reason that I couldn't write anymore. I wanted to do another different story. So I hope you aren't mad at me(: I will resume writing some time though! Thank you to everyone who read. It means a lot to me!
   
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   January 8, 2011 6:09pm UTC
   Who Are You ?
   Chapter Eleven
   There was no difference between the first floor and the second floor. The lockers were the same, white and purple. These were our school colors. Every teacher was waiting outside of their classrooms. The easiest thing to find-that I though- was the gym, but even I couldn't spot that. I spent a few minutes going around the square floor. Eventually, I managed to open the two large doors to the gym as soon as the bell rang.
   The bleachers were set up and divided into four groups: freshmen, sophomores, juniors, and seniors. I guessed that there were about twenty freshmen in our class. With a quick look, I couldn't recognize anyone. I walked closer, and I wanted to murder myself right there. On the top of the bleachers, Chloe and Mercedes.
   They were doing what any other self absorbed, little whores would do. They took out their makeup and put on more makeup then was needed. They adjusted their boobs right when guys were looking. And they were taking pictures of them self with their chests about to pop out of their shirts and their lips pursed together. How is that cute? I rolled my eyes and sat on the bottom of the bleachers.
   "Oh hey! It's our bestest friend in the world! Abigail! Come sit with us!" Were they actually talking to me? I turned around and sure enough, their eyes were staring me down. Their sarcastic remarks didn't make me annoyed and mad or anything, but I knew that I had to say something in order for them to shut their lip glossed mouths.
   "I understand you get off by making fun of people and starting sh­it with people, but I would rather get hit by a truck than be friends or even sit in the same area as you girls. Got it?" The section I sat in exploded with laughter and I, for that moment, felt proud of myself.
   
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3. WhoAreYou
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   January 8, 2011 5:21pm UTC
   Who Are You ?
   Chapter Ten
   There comes a time where you just want to forget about someone. You want your mind to clear his eyes out of your head and his voice out of your ears. I wanted to forget everything about Bryson, but I couldn’t. For years, I have been keeping his voice locked in my ears and his picture tattooed to my eyes. But this was a new year, a new me. It is time to forget about the people that never gave you the time of day.
   Ding. Ding. Ding.
   Good morning. Thank you for the wait. You can now proceed to first period.
   The hallway exploded into a stampede. Kids poured out of their classrooms like water from a faucet.
   “So where is your first class?” Jake questioned, looking down at his paper. I looked through my purse until I found a folded up piece of paper and opened it.
   “Hmm, let’s see. Room 216. What about your first class?” I was hoping that it would be close to mine, just so that we could walk together.
   He didn’t look up at me. His eyes were glued to the piece of paper. “52,” he said hastily.
   “Oh…” There was a lump forming in my throat. It was the stupidest thing to get upset over with, but it meant so much to me.
   “Well it isn’t like we have no classes together,” He always tried to cheer me up.
   “This is true,” I said with a smile. We stood up and walked into the crazy hallways. It was an impossible maze. Some students were asking teachers where their classes were. Others were changing direction every few seconds. I was just looking for the stairs.
   “So this is my class,” I must have blanked out for a few minutes. I didn’t realize we walked that far. Upset, I said goodbye and started walking the hallways alone.
   I already wanted to leave school. I had no one to walk with, no one to talk to. I was anxious, though, wanting to see who was in my next class. Also, I wanted to know if anyone could recognize me. This was a huge change for my looks and my confidence.
   
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4. WhoAreYou
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   December 27, 2010 2:04pm UTC
   Who Are You ?
   Chapter Nine
   “Here you go, Jacob,” Mrs. Sullivan gave the schedule to him and instantly, I stood up to peek at the paper over his shoulder. He checked and rechecked; reading off his paper, looking at mine, and then back to his.
   His smile was growing bigger and bigger. “We have History and Spanish together!” Only two periods together? I thought. I took his paper to make sure we only had one. My heart dropped when I realized it was true. “Hey,” he began in a sympathetic voice, knowing that I was getting upset, “at least I can walk you to lunch and back from lunch.” He shined his pearly white teeth that made me melt.
   “I can live with that,” I mimicked the smile and batted my eyes twice. No one else mattered in the room full of crazy freshmen. Not even that girl Kasidy, who was nowhere to be found.
   A loud tap on the tip of my desk made me return to reality. “Abigail and Jacob, stop flirting!” The whole room filled with laughter from Mrs. Sullivan’s remark. My face flamed and there was a knot in the pit of my stomach. I turned to Jake to see how he reacted. He just smiled and laughed. I got over it and laughed with everyone else.
   “Wait, Abigail?” I heard a guy say. My eyes scanned the whole room, searching for that mysterious voice. “Abigail Charleston?” That moment, I think my heart leapt out of my chest. The voice that had called my name was my middle school crush, Bryson Smith.
   Bryson Smith was that popular type of guy. The guy that, once you said his name, girls would faint. If he ever looked at you, you would never forget the day and when his eyes met yours. Did I mention he was the star quarterback? He only hung out with the jocks and the other popular students. He picked on the nerds and geeks, like every football player did; but I was madly in love with him.
   “Hey Bryson,” I murmured in an uncaring voice. I wasn`t fooling myself; I did care that he was talking to me. After four years of not even getting a “hello”, I would have never thought this would have happened.
   “Wh-what happened to you? What happened to your crazy hair? Your glasses and plaid skirts?” For someone who wouldn’t give me the time of day, he sure knew what I looked like as a nerd in detail.
   “People change, Bryson. Sometimes for the worse, but other times, they are for the best. But no matter how much a person changes, they are really the same person as before.” I turned back to Jacob after my final remark to Bryson.
   
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5. WhoAreYou
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   December 26, 2010 12:34am UTC
   Who Are You ?
   Chapter Eight
   “Thank you Jake!” I exclaimed, smiling at him. After a few seconds, I looked up at the girl. I examined her face. The texture of her skin was like cake. Some of the bright blue glitter eyeshadow had fallen below her eyes, and it looked like her had a black eye. Her lips were stained with a bright red lipstick with some clear coat on top. “And who are you?” I spitted out.
   “I’m Kasidy,” she extended her hand out and I fit my hand in with hers and shook it, “I really like your shoes!” I checked my shoes, even though I knew which ones I was wearing. In this type of situation, I always feel obligated to say something nice back to her. I looked at her whole body and couldn’t find a thing I liked.
   “Thank you! I like your hair,” Every girl wants to hear that, right? Her gratitude was fake to me, however, so was mine.
   The bell rang just before the awkwardness kicked in. We took our seats and listened to the announcements.
   “Good morning Tallahassee High and welcome back! You all should be in your homeroom class and have gotten your papers. Please have them signed and brought back before Friday! Teachers, please distribute the students’ schedules. We will announce when you should move to period A. Have a fantastic day!”
   Everyone was excited to acquire their schedules. The only thing they wanted to know is if their friends were in the same classes. “Talk among yourselves while I pass these out,” Mrs. Sullivan told us, waving the papers back and forth.
   “I hope we’re all in the same classes!” Kasidy exclaimed as she glared at me. I didn’t mind the jealousy. No one was ever jealous of me. I was always the one to be the jealous. It was a nice change.
   “Abigail…?” Mrs. Sullivan looked around for me. I raised my hand and she took long strides to get to my seat. “Here you are.” She handed me my schedule.
   “What do you have?” Jake interestingly said.
   “Gym, Geometry, English, History, Lunch, Spanish II, and Art,” I recited. He took my paper to double check. My eyes wandered to his desk, checking to see if he has gotten his yet. His desk was bare.
   “Damn Abigail! You’re in all honors?” He almost yelled, like he was shocked.
   I giggled, “Hey, I told you I use to be a nerd.”
   “Well I guess you weren’t lying,” he joined my laughter. For once, I finally knew what it was like, to have a friend; someone to laugh at your jokes and to always talk to you.
   
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   December 21, 2010 10:05pm UTC
   Who Are You ?
   Chapter Five
   Flashbacks of the eighth grade filled my mind and their exasperating voices took the place of everyone else’s. I remembered their immature schemes and their I-don’t-give-a-fu­ck attitudes. Everyone hated them, yet they thought everyone was in love with them.
   Nothing has changed. I saw them stopping girls that they made fun of on the steps and saying, “I missed you!” Fake, fake, fake. I murmured in my head. I knew there was no way to escape passing them. I just had to suck it up and hopefully they wouldn’t say anything.
   “Hey there,” they said as soon as I reached the top of the steps. My body stopped and turned around towards them; and to my surprise, they weren’t talking to me. They had their eye on the new kid, my friend, Jake. “I’m Chloe. Are you new here? I know everyone and I haven’t seen you here before,” she turned to me, “And are you new here too?” She batted her false eyelashes like she had something in her eye.
   “No I’m Abigail, and he is Jake. Yes, he is new. Are we done here?” I said in a snotty voice. Every second I stayed there talking to them, was another second wasted in life.
   “Abigail… Charleston? That can’t be you. You were…a nerd!” Chloe’s face was priceless. It was the face of a teenager who received a positive pregnancy test.
   “Wait wait wait. That can’t be Abigail. There is no way,” Audrey assumed as she stood up. “There is no way that Miss plaid skirt and frizzy hair could look like that.” I was so tired of their voices. My hand was about to take Jake’s wrists and walk away with him. However, I had to just prove myself to them.
   “In the summer of two-thousand eight, you invited me to a pool party. When I was in the pool, you untied my bathing suit top and bottom. During eighth grade, when I took a shower after gym, you took all my clothes and my towel. You made my life a living hell because you hated your own. So we’re done here, right?” I held my head up high and walked up the stairs to the school. My confidence grew over the summer, and I wasn’t scared of them.
   “Abigail, wait!” Jake yelled as he was running towards me. “Did they really do that stuff to you? And… were you really a nerd?”
   I rolled my eyes, “Yes. They did all of that stuff and more. It was the worst four years of my life. But, you know what? I don’t care about them anymore. I had three months to grow the confidence and stand up for them. And I feel amazing.”
   “Well that was really brave. I even heard them saying ‘how could she say that to us?’ Oh, and by the way, you don’t look like you could have been a nerd.”
   I looked at him, and his eyes were nothing but true sincerity. I stopped in the middle of the hallway to give him a hug.
   “No one has every said that to me before.”
   He hugged me back.
   
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8. WhoAreYou
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   December 20, 2010 9:38pm UTC
   Who Are You ?
   Chapter Five
   My head slowly turned towards him. My jaw touched the ground and my eyes grew bigger. It looked like a kid who just received a hundred dollar gift card to the candy store. A man, about five foot six, was standing right in front of me. His tan seemed darker from his white dress shirt that was unbuttoned on the first two holes. His light brown hair was shining from the shimmering light of the sun. I was zoned out in his chocolate brown eyes. There was a pain in my chest: no air. I blinked rapidly and gasped for breath.
   “Of course,” I said with a smile. I moved my purse to my lap. My eyes couldn’t stop wandering over to him. He was just so beautiful. Whenever I saw his eyes move to the left corner, my eyes moved off of his face. Embarrassed, I kept my eyes on the window, trying to clear my mind.
   “Hey…” Oh my god he is talking to me! I turned my head to face his. My face was getting red, I could feel it. “You’re like, a sophomore, right?” Did I really look that old?
   “Uh, no. I’m not. I’m a freshman,” I nervously said.
   “Oh, because I am really nervous about my first day here and I was wondering if you knew your way around here.”
   “No I understand. Where did you come from?” I asked, trying to keep the conversation.
   “I’m from Montana. I lived in a small town with barely anyone in it.”
   “You came from Montana to Tallahassee? Can you say big change?” Wow. That wasn’t a nerdy comment or anything.
   “I’ll say. I’m Jake, or Jacob. I don’t care what people call me.” His bright white teeth showed through his lips. I could have looked at this picture for hours.
   “I’m Abigail, or Abby, or…Abs. But call me Abigail. My parents are usually the ones to call me Abby and Abs.” I giggled and he joined. It seemed like it has only been two minutes when we arrived at school.
   We got off the bus and started walking side by side. Outside of school seemed like a mall. There were girls hugging there friends that they saw the day before and the other people they haven’t seen in a few months. A few girls were holding their stomachs while others were jumping up and down. At the bottom of the stairs, I saw four girls: two were sitting and the other two had their hips popped with their hands on them. Chloe, Michelle, Mercedes, and Audrey. Great.
   
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9. WhoAreYou
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   December 19, 2010 6:04pm UTC
   Who Are You ?
   Chapter Four
   The weather was nice for September. The soft wind diminished the warmth of the sun. If only the weather stayed like this all year. I let the autumn air fill my lungs as I walked to the end of my driveway. The time on my phone read 6:45. The bus was already supposed to be here. Did I miss it? My nerves of missing the bus on the first day of school started to kick in; my stomach felt like it was getting pushed down by a twenty pound weight. I was contemplating going back to my house to get a ride, but everyone was asleep. Maybe I should just skip the first day. No one would notice anyway. As soon as I was about to turn around, the screech from the breaks of the big yellow bus filled my eardrums.
   I fixed my top and stood up straight with my head up. I can do this. My feet began to move towards the bus: left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot. I was greeted by an old lady driving the bus. Her hair was white and her face was tan with wrinkles. Her lips were painted on with a hot pink color and her eyelids were bright blue.
   “Hello! I’m Ann. I will be your bus driver for the next four years!” she said, enthusiastic. Her voice was motherly. I smiled and said hello back.
   My eyes wandered to every seat on the bus and down the isle. Every other seat seemed to be full. No matter where I looked, every person appeared to be on the border of passing out. Overall, the bus was quiet. The only sounds I heard were heavy breathing and the beats of modern songs. I took my seat in the second row and took out my phone with my headphones. I scrolled through the selection of rock, techno, and some up to date songs that I downloaded a few days ago. Not knowing which type of music I was in the mood for, I pressed the shuffle button and let the songs play on. My mind began to drift and my eyes started to drop. The sudden stop of the bus snapped me back to reality.
   The door opened and I saw two heads walking up the stairs. The first one was a girl. Her front bangs hid the hair above her bright blue eyes. Her lips were polished with a soft pink gloss. Her red hair was long and wavy. She looked like a fire princess. Great. When I thought my nerves were gone, a gorgeous girl had to walk by me. I turned away and brought my water out. I was about to plug the music back into my ears when I felt a presence.
   “Can I sit here?”
   
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    December 18, 2010 2:03pm UTC
    Who Are You ?
    Chapter Two
    You weren’t there. You were never there. You were too busy going out to clubs and raves to get drunk and high. I can still smell the heartbreaking stench of smoke and whiskey on your clothes.
    My head leaned against wall of my shower and let the scorching water drill into my lower back as tears rained down my face. I turned my shower off as soon as I could feel the water turning cold. My body stood motionless and let the left over water, that was glistening on my bronzed skin, be absorbed into every pore. The pink and white towel twisted my hair up and I left it there to dry. I looked at my reflection in the mirror; red, puffy eyes. Nothing a little makeup wouldn’t hide.
    I started painting on my new image. Not having a girly girl figure in my life made it difficult, so I had to search videos on how to do the simplest things, like applying eyeliner and mascara. I opened my new foundation and put some on my skin. The lady at the MAC store said this foundation went perfect with my skin. I brushed the foundation onto my skin and applied powder on top, like the makeup lady did. Black eyeliner, the color that all the popular girls wear, rimmed my eyes and I resembled a raccoon. I was debating whether or not to keep my new animal look or not; but I knew that this was the popular look.
    I brushed through my hair to get all the tangles out. I burnt every strand with my blow drying; and if a strand didn’t burn from the blow drying, it did when I was straightening it. Thirty minutes later, my hair was free of frizz and down to my waist.
    Before I got dressed, I lotion my whole body so my skin would be soft, glowing, and give off a light fragrance of sweet pea. I checked my phone once more. Six twenty. Crap! I only have thirty minutes left.. I quickly grabbed my light pink Bombshell™ bra, with the straps already at its shortest, and my matching panties. It took ten minutes to put my first day of school outfit on. My jeweled kangaroo tank top flowed over my white skinny jeans. My black cork heels made me grow four inches taller. My ears were getting pulled down by silver pear drop earrings and Juicy Couture charm bracelet made a jingly sound as I walked. With my hair flyaway free, my face free of flaws, and my model outfit, I was ready for high school. Before I left, I opened up Facebook to share my status to my 97 friends.
    I think I might actually like this year . . .
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    Who Are You ?
    Chapter One
    The first day of high school was in one day; the one and only day of summer where I could actually relax. I spent my whole summer buying the necessities to change how I looked. My emerald green eyes, which were once behind a thick shield of glass, are now covered with contacts. My baggy shirts and knee-length plaid skirts are replaced with tight Hollister V-Necks and butt revealing, Abercrombie jeans. I was transformed into a Victoria’s Secret model, with my boobs suffocating and constant wedgies. My frizzy brunette hair is layered and now permanently soft with waves, but also having the option to straighten every lock. I replaced my books with Sephora and MAC cosmetics, knowing looks were more important in high school than being smart. After three entire months, I was ready for high school.
    The gleaming sunrise through my new, vivid cherry curtains was an exceptional initiation to the day; a day that will be the start of everything. I took a giant stretch and grabbed my iPhone. 1-2-2-5, I typed in; my birthday. It was 5:16. Nine minutes before my alarm would have rudely woken me up. My limbs stretched out one final time and were followed by an obnoxious yawn. I hung my legs off my bed for a few seconds; thinking what I would have to do to get ready. Take a shower, blow dry my hair, straighten my hair, do my makeup, and get dressed. I checked my phone once more and realized I had to get up now if I was planning on doing everything I wanted to do.
    The polished wood creaked as I walked down the stairs. I tried my hardest to be as quiet as I could because I knew that my parents weren’t up yet. I took a great sigh through my nose and the aroma in the air was sweet. My legs started moving faster down the flight of stairs.
    “Well good morning, honey!” My mother’s voice was bright this morning. Something I wasn’t accustom too. Her short, red hair was curled, as if she had curlers in the night before. She wore a yellow floral dress and a blue apron. My father was sitting at the round table, reading his newspaper and drinking his coffee. It seemed as if I woke up in a 70s sitcom.
    “Uh, hi mom. Good morning,” I sat down across from my father and took a pancake. “Can I have the syrup dad?” He handed me the clear container filled with the brown, surgery, sticky topping that made the pancakes edible.
    “So Abigail, how are you feeling? Are you excited? Do you have everything that you need for school? Oh this is so crazy! You are already in high school. It seems like yesterday I was teaching you how to ride a bicyc—”
    “Dad taught me,” I said abruptly in a soft voice. I could feel her gloomy eyes burning my skull as I kept mine directly on my pancake.
    “I helped you with a lot of things when you were younger, Abby. I was always there for you.”
    The metal fork hitting my plate indicated that this conversation was over. I got up and put my plate on the counter. “I’m going to take a shower.” The shower; the only place where my tears won’t be noticed.
    
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