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On this Earth, God gifted us with everything; from fruits, to feet, he gifted us. But there was also a punishment in God's will. And that was to grant us absolute monsters; girls in skimpy mini-skirts, and fake lashes. In our school, we call them the Glammers. Fortunately, I hadn't wound myself into that category, but more so, the opposite; The Praps.
The Praps were a bunch of band nerds flushed into a clique. The thing was, I wasn't even a band nerd. I was some middle-class transfer student, but my social status was decided the moment I walked into the hallways of hell.
If I looked anything like an outcast, I was bound to end up in the Praps. And that's exactly what happened. I perceived that I was just misfortunate, but I'd been wrong.
There were 2 cliques, but amongst the middlemen, were a group of boys, misfits that were just looking for a place to belong; BTS. I wanted nothing to do with them cause' they yielded knives, weapons, and drugs.
They were intimidating, truly, hence why I tried my best to elude them at all causes. I was doing a pretty good job, I'd say. But the day my life imbalanced itself from the intertwinings of the band nerds and the outcasts, was the day when I was partnered with the one and only knife-yielding, smoker, violent, Jeon Jungkook.
Foreword
Meet the outcast of the entire high school; me.
I usually wasn't aware of what I wore to school, so imagine me, looking like a wombat every time I would step into the dim hallways of the corridors. Now, imagine a girl who was socially-awkward, one that didn't talk very well to people, one that people made fun of because they were awkward.
To top it off, I was some transfer kid nobody had knew of, and nobody wanted to know of.
You would totally be lying if you said that those factors wouldn't drive the urge of the Glammers to attack on me, target me as if they were the cougar, and I was the little prey. Now I didn't really mind my life in this tunnel, but something I did mind, was the thought of a Prep socializing with any of us.
I mean, we were awkward, that was undeniable. And no one would want to talk to us, unless it was another Glammer, verbally abusing us or shoving us into the lockers. And that's what caused my life to spiral out of the confinings of the Prap tunnel, and into the world of unnecesscary fights, illegal drug dealing, and hide-outs at 3:00am in the morning.
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A modern day take on The Outsiders, with more of a high school feel, and a love line. Bare with me, this is my very first story on AFF. Please read and give support, since I am a new writer! Thank you guys!
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