I stare as the "glamour girls" shoot through the halls with their hair curled to perfection and every hair in place. Their perfume could drowned out the next room. Their flashy, high-style clothes are shining through the windows. Their real Coach handbags nearly knock everyone over. Their big, large braclets clackle everytime they wave. Their heels click along. I stare down at my Converses, laugh, and roll my eyes. I grab my school bag, smile, and walk the other way.
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