She’s not very pretty. And well, she doesn’t try to be. She’s her and simply that. No more and no less. She’s untainted, untouched, because well, nothing can get to her. She lives in a world crafted of her own mind, where nothing can hurt her, simply because she won’t allow it to. You can‘t ever get close enough to break the foundation that she’s built. And you better not try. You’re damned if you do. Defensive? Yes, in every aspect of the word. You don’t like it? Shit, she wasn’t looking for your approval anyway.

     But on the other hand, she’s beautiful. A social butterfly at it’s finest. She’s bad as all hell and you know it when you see her without her even saying a word. She commands attention like that. No, she demands attention like that. It’s not oft she doesn’t get it, but on that rare occasion, the act of ignoring her presence certainly doesn’t last for long. Some call her crazy, but it’s not like that. She’s just ahead of the game. She knows how to get exactly what she wants, when she wants it. Oh yes, she’s one bad bitch.

     These two ladies are polar opposites. Summer and winter. Black and white. Their similarities only lie within circumstances, little things, such as living in the same neighborhood and having the same birthday. They don’t associate with each other or each other’s kind, for that matter. They don't even know each other. Truth be told, they’d probably despise each other if they did. But what they’ll come to know is that they have more in common than they’ll ever imagine.

     More than they’ll ever know.

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christina.

Half brushed auburn hair, entangled in a lime green, polka dotted pony tail holder, sat messily on the top of her sweating head. Clad in a Charleston Tigers tank top and blue athletic shorts, she stood perfectly still in front of the gym’s fan and let the air damn near blow her away. She wasn’t a big thing. She stood at only about five feet, four inches and weighed only one hundred and ten, give or take. She was the smallest thing on Charleston’s high school basketball team, but the best one of out the bunch.

The other girls? Well, they don’t like her. She’s not friendly, not outgoing. Hell, she’s unlike any of them. She gives off a stuck up vibe, but in all honesty, she’s just to herself. Chris doesn’t think any higher of herself than anyone. As a matter of fact, she probably thinks less.

She’s physically a girl. She has breasts and growing hips, but mentally, she’s always been a little boyish. She’s never been to fond of shopping and nails and pink. None one of it. Nothing but a burnt orange ball, sheeted by black lines. With it, she’s everything, but without it, she’s nothing.

“CJ!” Coach Murphy called from across the gym floor, demanding Christina’s attention, “You’ve had enough time to cool off. Let’s get out there and run those suicides for those grades.”

Unmoved, Christina rolled her eyes, pissed at herself for slacking off this semester and having her grades look like shit stains. Unfortunately, it was nothing new. Christina had no interest in school. If it wasn’t for the team, she would’ve dropped out for a GED ages ago. With a great sigh, she moved lazily towards the rest of the underachieving girls, who were already making their way to the track. They were cursing and making a fuss over the coach and her “stupid” guidelines. Christina only scoffed. They couldn’t blame Coach Murphy for their terrible grades. That was their fault. She was in the same boat, but did you see her complaining?

Upon exit of the building, Christina dropped her head instantly to save her eyes from the ferocious sun. It was hot as Hell. Literally. And she would be out here for a while for the failing grade she earned in chemistry.

“Don’t slow up, CJ. Get your butt out there.” Coach Murphy called from behind her. Speeding up the pace of her step, she found another team member’s water bottle laying on the sidelines. Without thinking, she gulped down half of the jug, dropped it back on the ground, and headed to the starting line. They saw her. Hell yea, they saw her. But they weren’t going to say a thing. Why? Because she doesn’t talk to them; she’s not their friend. They don’t know her and people always fear the unknown.

Stretching a bit, she smirked habitually at the sudden hush of the girls when she approached. No eye contact was made. As a matter of fact, some girls turned their backs to her. Weak. she thought to herself, Spineless.

She, of course, doesn’t care that they don’t like her. She doesn’t need them. She doesn’t need anybody but herself.

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veryy good
i like this
she reminds me of myself..in a way..w/ the whole toboy thing .. but im more friendly than that..lmao

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Bumps!! Very interesting, I think we all know somebody like this.

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o wow, im loving this story already. very intriguing.
cant wait for the next add.
really.
what's your name by the way? im nicole.
anyways ups girl.

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what's your name by the way?

demetre.

Me likes deme.

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