I was the most popular girl in school

The most beautiful, adorable, dating a football boy girl

The loved me and I loved some of them

And then there where the ugly, straight A’s with braces

They were the problem

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Today was the day of the prom and I was going with the most beautiful, well known, quarterback guy in the grade. Yes, I know you think I’m an arrogant, prissy girl, and you are right, though I don’t like to admit to it. I had the best dress and the best guy, we were sure to get the crown, the teachers were problably already putting my name on the crown, for the fourth year in a row.

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It was the prom, the naming ceramony was in mere minutes and we were already gathering around the stage. I knew I was destined to win, again. The only person that MIGHT have a prettier dress than me was—

“Let the naming ceramony of the prom queen and king comence!”

I knew they were going to say ‘Rebecca and Rett!’

“The Prom King is…Rett!”

Next was me.

“The Prom Queen is…Angelica!”

What?! This was an outrage! Angelica was one of those nerdy kids! She just had a pretty dress and fancy makeup. Though now that I look at her…

*Starts to get dizzy*

*Faints*