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OMG, Kylamay is such a dork!
Did you see the outfit Kylamay was wearing today?! UH-GLY!
Got my tutor today- it's Kylamay! HELP ME!
Caught Kylamay candy binging in the bathroom- LOSER!
Heard Kylamay doesn't really have a boyfriend- made him up!
PART ONE- The Bully
I smiled as I scrolled through the Tweets on Kyla May's profile. We were all attacking her in the best ways possible. After all, everybody went on Twitter, so of course she saw them. It was perfect! Maybe she'd finally switch schools. Kyla May is a terrible person. Everybody hates her.
I know that I sound like a jerk, but whatever. It's for the best! She's a threat to my status, and all threats must be eliminated! Why? Simple- she's perfect. Her blonde hair is always naturally straight and I heard her highlights were real! She's tall, thin, and athletic. I have to struggle to straighten my brown hair and I get my highlights done every month. I'm only five and a half feet and sports are definitely not my thing. I'd
Memory Core OC Profile>Accessing Aperture Science Mainframe
>Open Aperture Science Artificial Intelligence Personality Sphere Databank Y/N?
Aperture Science Artificial Intelligence Personality Sphere File #00501
Designation: Memory Core
Human Designation: Ebonite
Gender Recognition: Female
Appearance: Basic core design, with white handles and a bright blue Aperture Science logo on white optical receptor.
Aperture Science Human Espionage Appearance: Modified Aperture Science Human Espionage Core uniform. Contains a long white Aperture Science lab coat with dark blue Aperture Science logo on back. Wears long-sleeved dark blue shirt and knee-length white skirt. Has black loafers. Eyes are bright blue and wears dark blue headphones repeating the Aperture Science Rules and Regulations, verbal maps of the entire premises, and names and file numbers of every robot, core, container, or room on premises. Has a visual age of twenty-five years, and appears five
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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