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my revenge." I exhaled, "so tomorrow is not only November sixteenth it's also the day the football team almost took my virginity away."

I looked to the Stacey's eyes were full of anger but her face had no expression.

"I want to help you," she blurted out.

"Hate to break it to you, but unfortunately, you can't," I stated.

"Aint-cha ma rich?" Stacey asked, her slang coming out.

"Yeah so?"

"Do I look young?"

I raised an eyebrow and asked, "What are you trying to get at, Stace?"

A smirk appeared on her lips.

"I can change my name, get fake papers and go to school with you. AND we can get the same exact scheduel!" She finished off clapping her hand enthusiastically.

'That's actually not a bad idea, but can it be done?'  I thought.

"MOTHER!" I hollered.

Moments later a tall, lean women with thick chocolate brown, curly hair entered my room.

"Yes honey?"

"Is it um possible-"

"Can you get me fake papers to go to Jazielly's school and help her get revenge?" Stacey interrupted me, getting straight to the point.

"Absolutely not!" My mom yelled, shaking her head, not even thinking about it.

"But why Mrs. Moore? It'll be a great idea. Jazielly won't be alone, we're practically like sisters and you never know when she'll need an extra hand. You know, two pairs of hands is better than one," Stacey coaxed.

I crossed my fingers mentally, hoping she will give in. She gave me a long stare. I pleaded her with my bronze eyes. She ran her fingers through her wavy hair. She going to say yes in,

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"Fine, I'll call your dad to see what he can do, but no promises," she said.

"Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!!" I hugged her and shook her from side to side.

"Okay, go to bed, you have school tomorrow," she kissed my forehead.

"Okay," I kissed her back, on her cheek.

Then I said goodnight to Stace, kicked her out of my room and went off to dreamland.

 

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Right now I am standing in front of my old highschool. The door that was once filled with graffiti was now a blue door. I took a deep breath, opened the door and walked in. I looked around to see the school had only changed a little. New lockers and locks were installed and that's basically it. I walked to the Senior Office which was on the third floor. It was so quiet that you could only hear the noise that my Azzedine Alaia Suede wedges were making.

Presently, I am wearing a black sheer lace dress that reached my mid-thighs, hugging my curves in the right places, showing off my long legs I worked on so hard running almost every morning. My hair was done in a sock bun with a braid around it. I was wearing gold knot stud earrings, a gold fringe necklace and a gold toggle chain bracelet.

Stace put on a bit of foundation, with the liquid eyeliner she did a winged out eye, she added some mascara and finished off with a nude lipstick. I begged her not to put make up on me, her response was, "calm your tits, it's your first day of school, you need to look flawless," and after a long argument, I gave up.

I finally made it to the Senior Office, coming face to face with Mrs. Hemingway who was in her late thirties. She had brunnette hair and brown eyes.

"May I help you?" She asked politely, as I walked to her desk.

"Yes, I'm new. I am here to pick up my scheduel, Jazielly Moore," I told her.

"Ahhhh, yes wait a minute," she looked through the piles of paper scattered all over her desk.

"Here you go," she handed me the paper.

"Thanks Mrs. Hemingway"

She scrunched her eyebrows in confusion. I knew why she's confused, she doesn't have a nametag, she was probably wondering how the heck do I know her name, when I'm new to this school.

I turned to leave.

"Ms. Moore?" She called.

"Yes, Mrs. Hemingway?"

"Don't you need someone to show you around?"

"No, I know my way," I said.

"You are new though."

"If you want to be technical, I am not new, I've been to this school."

She raised an eyebrow.

"Really? I have never seen you before."

I turned around completely to face her and chuckled.

"Oh, that's the thing, you have, you just don't recognize me."

She gave me a skeptical look.

"I am Jazielly Moore, the shy girl who used to come here in my Junior year. I came here crying, begging you guys to change my classes, pleading for you guys not to send me back to gym because they would torture me. But you guys did nothing!"

Her eyes widdened.

"You remember now, right? You used to look at me with such pitiful eyes, but you didn't do anything!" I said to her, a little irritated from the memory.

I walked towards the door, before I left I said one more thing.

"You should be ashamed for letting that happened... have a great day though," I smiled and then walked off.

I looked at my scheduel, I had all Honors classes. I had honors History right now, all the way on the first floor.

"Great," I muttered.

Making my way to class I thought of Mrs. Hemingway's face. If her reaction was priceless, I wondered what the other faces would be like.

"Let's wait and see," I mumbled.

I was standing in front of my classroom door. The door had a paper on it saying 'Mr. Fitzgerald AKA Mr. fitz ROOM 85.'

Reaching the door knob, my heart wanted to break through my ribcage and crawl out of my chest. My palms felt like an ocean with how sweaty they were becoming!

"Breath Jaz," I said to myself.

I did a count down starting from ten, then my hand grasped the door knob and twisted it. I opened the door, it creaked getting everyone's attention. Instantly, I see three fimiliar faces:

Melanie's, Jason's and David's.

'Well this should be fun'  I thought.

"Yes dear, How may I help you?" The short old, man with plain white hair and wrinkles all over his face asked.

"Yes, I'm a new student," I explained.

"Name, sweetheart?"

I looked at over to the whole class.

"Jazielly Moore."

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Chapter Two: Recognition

- Chapter Two: Recognition -

 

"You wouldn't even recognize me anymore. Not that you know me back then, but it all  comes back to me, in the end" -Linkin Park

 

 If I thought Mrs. Hemingway's face was priceless, then their faces were to die for! The pencil that Melanie was holding ended up on the floor, her jaw was wide open, I fought the urge to say 'close your mouth before you choke on a fly.' Her eyes wanted to come out of her sockets and creep under the desk. Jason's face looked like he was constipated. He seemed to have forgotten how to breathe. His hands were gripping on the thin, yellow wood that helps you create calligraphy like his life depended on it. His knuckles were white by how tight his grasp was on the pencil. David's face was indifferent but seconds before his fake facade, his bright green eyes were full of astonishment and recognition. The way he went from a negative phase to a neutral phase was impressive. It demonstrates how good he is at controlling his emotion. Actually he's very good... too good.

 "Tell us about yourself Jazelly," Mr. Fitz said.

"It's Jazielly," I looked at Melanie, mocking the way she used to say my name. She gulped and I smirked in satisfaction.

"Actually I came to this school last year, but some things came up and I had to get homeschooled. But here I am now, ready for this new school year."

I looked at Melanie, Jason and David. I scrutinized each one of them, eyelash-to-eyelash, eye-to-eye, pupil-to-pupil. Jason squirmed in his seat. I loved that I have that affect on him. The same he had on me for years.

"Well Jazielly, welcome back. We're working on the Industrial Revolution, are you fimiliar with it?"

I nodded.

"Great, Now let us find you a seat." He walked over to his desk and grabbed the seating chart. He scanned the paper with his thick, wrinkled index finger.

"Well, Miss Moore looks like you'll be sitting with David Veveiros," Mr. Fitz announced.

 My heart dropped to my stomach. A lump the size of a tennis ball formed in my throat. Out of all the people, why him? I had to sit with the boy I used to stare at in freshman year because I was amazed by how handsome he was. The boy that I fantasized about, the boy who taught me what a real crush was. The boy that I have feelings for. I mean had feelings for.

"David raise your hand."

A muscular, hairy arm raised. I met eyes with him and he looked like he was feeling the same way I was feeling; shocked, irritated, angry all at once. But the one emotion no one would be able to see if you weren't as focused as me, was repentance. Gradually, I made my way to my desk and sat down. An indulgent fragrance welcomed me. He smelled like Ralph Lauren Polo cologne with a hint of aftershave, it drove me insane!

"Well let's get back on track. Another famous invention was created by James Watt named the steam engine...." the old raspy voice faded away in the background. I felt so many eyes on me, but the pairs of eyes that made the hairs on my neck spike up were the ones next to me.

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Everyone was talking about the 'New Girl' which was me, obviously. The girls envied me, they wanted to be me. They hated on my hair, the way I walk with so much confidence, with my head held up high, one leg in front of the other, my back straight - but not so straight to look like I had a stick up my ass. Three hundred and sixty five days ago, I would walk with my back hunched and my hair would be my curtains to hide my face. Now, I'm used to having my hair out of my face, though I still don't like it.

Boys that pitied me and were disgusted by me, who never even gave me a second glance once they saw me, changed into lecherous gazes. All this is ironic because I'm not new, little did they know that I'm Jazielly, the hideous nobody that no one stood up for when she was bullied.

I was sitting down, at lunch eating fries with a vanilla milkshake on the side, when a short girl about five-four with red-orange hair came up to me. The color of her eyes reminded me of autumn leaves, brown with little specks of gold and orange and her whole body was scattered with freckles.

She smiled and said,"Jazilly, right? I'm new as well.. came here about three weeks ago. I usually sit here by myself, but you can stay.. I mean if you want to." She sat down putting her tray of brocoli, mash potato and gravy on the table.

"It's Jazielly, and thank you