Help.
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Thread Topic: Help.
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Someone read this and try fixing it and re-doing it for me.
Being popular was one thing, but being a high schooler was another thing. At the peak of middle school, you're going through all these cocky and unstable emotions because of constant "growing" and your hormones not giving you a break at all. But once you hit high school, everything is pretty much the same but the "cliques" are contained and really established. People might say we aren't in cliques, but maybe these segregated groups could not be seen but very well-known to everyone? Who knows, but this question is a million answers to the rest of my life in this huge fiasco, a wonderful fiasco.
All I could pay attention to was the mirror, and the mirror gave me life. Let's see it as a way that it can save you, save you from very bad hair days, if you have acne plastered all over your face, or if you had last night's dinner stuck in your teeth and makes it stink bad but you really don't feel like "girling up with hygiene" and just stick a mint in your mouth. Okay, the last one happened but don't blame me, I was so hungry yesterday that I practically shoved the whole table in my mouth and for dessert the chairs. But my face look perfected and ready for the faces of school, and this day, every day, was real important to me. Being a "role model" wasn't very easy, it came with standards. And the standards included time-consuming false eyelashes and steaming hot hair curlers but it's worth the attention and beauty. And beauty brings everything, right?
I grinned as I finished the last strand of my ebony hair, the strand gliding past my shoulder with reminisce of steam. My hair was shiny and sleek, enough to glow with the light in the atmosphere. I puff my hair and do another smile, "Looking good, Del-"
My door swung open with force and my sister's head popped inside, smirking. "Again, Delilah? Seriously? You would need professional help to get you away from that mirror."
I scowl and turn around, my shiny hair spinning with me in dramatic affect. "And you would need professional help if you really think that I would STOP looking in the mirror."
"Whatever" She sucks her teeth in defeat and her presence is soon to be gone as she delivers her last sentence. "Your little cronies are waiting outside for you."
And my frown turned into a smile as she closed the door. The news echoed through my mind as I heard my best friends are waiting outside. I slip on my white backpack, flip my hair and check my face in the mirror, kiss it, and rush through the house outside. The humid breeze cascaded through my hair as I walked towards the car that was sitting in our large driveway and all of my friends that I can depend on were all sitting on the car, focused on their phones and Girls by The 1975 played so loudly that is echoed throughout my neighborhood.
One of them, Angelica, looks up and grins and motions me to come over. "Delilah, come here!" I run towards the car and slide into my rightful seat, the passenger seat. Nobody ever dares to sit there for reasons, and those reasons shouldn't be explained. I turn around and see all of my best friends cooped up inside the back. -
BabyChocolate Newbie(Wow this is really good keep it up Cant wait to see what happens next!)
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What needs fixed? (One thing remember to put a coma (,) before the last quotaion mark like this "I'm hungrey,")
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