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By c_leighanne_h, Surrey, Canada

To the world, she was beautiful. Golden hair, piercing blue eyes. Tall, and model thin. In the eyes of the world she was perfect. However, the way They saw her, and the way she saw herself were two completely different things.

She looked in the mirror, and held her breath. She could hear practically hear The Others laughing in her mind. She would never be good enough.

The Girl glanced up at the clock “F

...” she mumbled under her breath.

She walks the halls of her school completely alone. The Others watch her. The Others whisper.

The Girl often felt like a zombie. Dead inside, but technically still alive. The Girl was really living just to die.

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