Personal Narrative-Lying In School

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Schools' second day had ended, so I just sat down to think for a while. It's already so peculiar after only such a short time. I questioned whether or not to even go to the place anymore. Like, would I proceed with being blackmailed, walk to school in the cold every morning and face constant embarrassment from my "boyfriend" every day just for a record deal? But then again, I worked so hard to get in and I would disappoint my mom if I left. Could I just quit like that? "God Mariah, get your priorities straight." I whispered to myself.
My mom scoffed across the room. "What was that honey?" she called. Shit, I forgot she was there.
"Nothing. It's not important." I mumbled. A sympathetic look grew on her face as she sat next to me on our cheap
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But I knew I would find a way to explain what happened to her after everything resolved and it would all be okay. It was just a little white lie after all, because what I told her was part of the reason I was upset.
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Waking up the next morning was a ginormous struggle, so I decided to spend a bit of my money on an Uber. It felt nice to not have to show up drenched and smelling like dirt again, and I was warm in an actual car for once. I also ate blueberry pancakes that morning, so it was off to a pretty strong start.
After thanking the driver for taking me to school, I skipped out of the car with headphones in my ears. Halsey's rendition of I Walk the Line was playing, and I got really into it. My eyes were closed as I hummed along, heading towards the school doors. Apparently I didn't learn anything from the incident with Alex on my first day, due to the fact that before I could process what was happening I bumped into him yet again. Come to think of it, it's rather odd that we were in the same spot at the same time twice within three
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I could hear in his voice how much he didn't care, just like he could hear the crack in my voice and how out of place I felt- well, it could have just been my head getting to me on that part. Even if he couldn't tell, I didn't want to be with him.
"Yeah. Let's walk to class."
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After my theater class, it was time for lunch. I learned quickly that at Leyard Performance Arts High School, there aren't "cliques" like in those stereotypical teen movies and such. Not to say everyone is friends but everyone is there for the same reasons. There might be the occasional people who hate each other, but everyone is talented in the same kinds of things and surprisingly supportive of one another. You could pretty much sit at any table to eat.
Chefs prepare some food fresh and there's also snacks like chips, juice, and cookies that you could buy for some extra money. The food is surprisingly high quality for school. I grabbed some stir fry, a chocolate muffin, and water (weird combination, I know) and headed up to the cash register. A woman with kind eyes and long brown hair greeted me with a smile. As I was about to go sit down, she pulled me close to her and whispered in my ear, "That guy over there is staring at you. Good luck." I turned around and saw a boy wearing all black eyeing me up and down