Ugly,no talent, skinny, unhealthy, wannabe, unpredictable, worthless me.

I hummed "8 days a week" to myself, starring at the ceiling.
I finally got down from my bed and walked over to the kitchen, where Lizcity surprisingly wasn't in.

I took some cheese and started to nibble on it.

That second Felicity came.

"Disgusting." She said.

"Like your face." I muttered.

She rolled her eyes.

"Ugh, does remind of the factory." She pointed at my shirt,my meet shirt.

A.K.A now my 'lazy' shirt.

I shrugged.

"Everyone was really mean to me and called me names like 'leprechaun'. Or 'cooking mama' " Felicity told me.

" Some were pretty mean to me too. But I had a best friend. Gabrielle. "

" I don't care. It's about me not you." She walked to the living room with her plate.

I rolled my eyes.

"They're all the same. All of them. I hated my 'best friend' Elizabeth." Felicity said.

"She was stupid. I hated her. All of them. They're all the same. Skinny, blond, stupid, pink obsessed freaks."

"Not all of them!" I started to get angry.

"How do you know you idiot? Last time you were at AGP was two years ago!" She stood up.

"One year ago! I know. Stop stereotyping them!"

"What are you my mom? Shut up! They're are all freaks that should be ALL poisoned and die!" She yelled.

"YOUR THE ONE THAT SHOULD NOT BE HERE!" I got angry. Really angry.

"SHUT UP. YOUR JUST AN UGLY, NO TALENT, SKINNY, UNHEALTHY, WANNABE, UNPREDICTABLE, WORTHLESS B1TCH!" She pushed me.

I'm just an ugly, no talent, skinny, unhealthy, wannabe, unpredictable, worthless biotch.

Thankyouverymuch.

~BELLS