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Lola's Cry: A Narrative Fiction

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In the heart of San Francisco, clusters of students rushed to class with books in hand and fellow friends nearby. At the entrance of the class stood the motionless Vice Principal with her radiating superior aura. She stood serious as she counted all but four. In the back exterior of the spacious building, Lola was kneeled in her knee-scraped, whimpering glory, upon the three, which she feared the most. Lola’s biggest fear was for Miranda, Valerie and Stephanie to remember her 18th birthday, and they did. “Happy birthday Lola! We just wanted to show you how much we cared.” Miranda grinned. Lola despised that grin. The pathetic sly grin plastered on Miranda’s face whenever she mockingly looked down on Lola. However, the poor, pleading girl was so engulfed in her thoughts that she hadn't noticed the slimy contents running down her face. She knew what had been cracked on her head. It hadn't been the first time the three evil witches had pelted Lola with eggs at school, but it had definitely gone too far. “Miranda, I think she missing something.” Valerie said. The girls taunted and giggled as the air turned a foggy, translucent mess. Lola coughed through the cloud of flour that left a white film across her greasy hair. “We made you a cake. Get it? We made you an actual cake.” The …show more content…

It took both periods to find a new set of clothes and remove the thick, flour and egg gunk from her cascading brunette locks. Once Lola entered the corridors of the school, she was the topic of the gossip. From all of the “Ew. Why is her hair so greasy?” to the “Why is she even at this school?” Lola was embarrassed. Students would always join together to alienate her, and it was all because of one specific individual. Miranda, in the span of three and a half years, had managed to make 90% of the school her puppets. All of them did as they were told and didn't question it because they knew that if they did, they were

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