Those Girls - Mel Afoa

She looks up from signing autographs, and notices them.

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"You won't make it", they screeched, laughing at her as she walks past. Though she ignores them, she cannot help but agree. She would never become a best-selling author, and she knew it. They knew. She glides past them, eyes avoiding theirs. One of the girls sticks her right leg out, laughing. She trips, falling into a puddle of mud, hitting the ground hard and breaking not only her barriers, but her heart. They continue laughing and walking away. She can only stare at the sky, wishing that life would be more kind to her.
She is sitting there, listening to her teachers voice drown on, while they pull faces on her and test their silly pranks. She cannot help but let out a part of her fury, giving them death glares and brawling her fists. One of the girls writes a message, creates an aerplane with the paper, and pushes it towards her.

YOU WONT EVER BE FAMOUS. LOOK AT YOURSELF, YOUR SO UGLY, AND YOU CANT EVEN WRITE, NO ONE WOULD WANT TO READ YOUR STUPID STORIES!YOU WONT MAKE IT! GO DIE, MUCH BETTER FOR YOU.When she reads it, her heart cries inside.

She is walking through the school grounds, singing silently, eyes wandering through the nature around her. She looks around, noticing how grey the school is in her perspective. She bumps into them again, accidentally spilling juice on one of the girls. Five minutes later, she finds herself crouching under a tree, comforting a bleeding lip, black bruises, and a dying heart.

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She is standing on the stage, giving her speech. She is addressing her hometown, and all of the people have come to see and meet the billionary author who had lived in their town. Familiar faces greet her, and congratulate her on her big achievement of becoming the bigest and richest author of the century. They walk up to her and greet her. They smile, desperation radiating their every move. They ask her to a day out in the city.
She only looks at them, and then gives them a heavy parcel , before walking away to her fans.
They open the parcel, confusion and guilt setting in. They find a black book and a letter on top of it.

Dear girls,
I made it. You were wrong. You were always wrong. This is my revenge of the bulling you gave me through my junior years. You deserve this. I hope you enjoy the book. Its called " Those Girls", written obviously by me. I dedicated it to you all, so the world can see you behind your fake images. Photos of my suffering lies within the contents of the book. Enjoy !
x Venrea