The thing I can't stand about girls like her is how fake they are. The way they do their hair, their nails, their clothes -- everything reeks of falsehood. I just can't trust it. I can't trust them.
So when Sophie came up to me that day, I already knew. I knew I should turn around and walk the other way. Or run. Running probably would have been smart.
Instead I just stood there, curiosity getting the better of me. I wanted to know what she wanted, what she was going to say to me. I figured I would hear her out, then turn around and walk.
But she got me. With those fake nails, that fake smile, that fake nose. Hook, line, and sinker, I'm not proud to say. She got me, and I'm stuck with her, and it's easier just to stay.
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