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Original Writing
It was a hot sunny day in late August in the north of London.
Just an ordinary school day really.
2 friends and myself walked towards our school.
The girl in the middle, Nicole was a very loud girl who liked to have
a rude attitude towards people. I think she is strong emotionally and
physically.
She had long fair ginger hair, small brown eyes and very dark tanned
skin.
I was best friends with her at the time and we did everything
together. People even said 'we look and act like sisters'. Like glue
really!
The girl on the right was Sarah. Usually a very quiet girl but bright
and Bubbly around close friends. In my eyes she was a very pretty girl
with a lovely, sweet personality. She had brown curly hair which she
usually wore up in a pony tail. She always used to add mousse and hair
gel in her hair which h shone like a shiny piece of silver and her
ponytail escading down her back.
On this very day I had been told by a few people my year that a girl
named Tania who was one of the prettiest girl in my year but also very
unpopular with a few people, was spreading rumours about me and my
friends.
According to these people 'All three of them girls Nicole, Sarah and
myself were Slags, Tramps and I am so much better than them.' She of
course is so much better!!!
I was actually surprised by what she had said because we always got a
long fine and therefore there was no reason for her to say this. But
as I heard it from several people I had no other choice than to
believe what I was hearing.
I told Nicole and Sarah later in the day and both of them immediately
went ballistic. Their faces went bright red of anger. I did not
understand why they became so angry about the comments made by Tania.
It felt like there was a history between Tania, Nicole and Sarah.
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