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Sorry if there are any mistakes in my book. This is my first time writing a novel so please be kind.

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I'm fat, I'm ugly, I'm a loser. I'm ugly, I'm a loser, I'm fat. I'm a loser, I'm fat, I'm ugly. It's funny how many times I've been told this. Hey, if I had a pound for every time I've been told this, I could be a millionaire. No, I think a billionaire or even multibillionaire. I guess now thinking about it, it would be quite sad.Might as well add another pound because it's going to happen in three... two... one..."Hey loser, what you listening to? Wait, I know 'ten ways not to be a loser'. Sorry to say, but that will never work on you. Once a loser always a loser!" everyone starts to laugh but me. I feel tears welling up in my eyes, but I can't cry. I can't let them get the satisfaction of seeing me cry. Mum used to say to laugh it off but now she's gone, what is there to laugh about?I glance at the group and their leader, the one who just said that not so funny joke. Olivia Camaro, she's the school's 'queen bee' or as I call them ' fake plastics '. She is the daughter of one of the most famous directors in the world, Michael Camaro. She is blonde with red highlights. Her eyes are bright blue like a doll's but are as cold as her shallow soul. Her lips have bubble gum pink lipstick on and bubble gum pink high heels. with a matching bubble gum handbag and to top it all off she is wearing a white dress. But I am the opposite of her. I am what you would say 'a basic nerd'. I have big, black glasses. I have black and red braids (extensions) and deep black eyes that could tell my story (well that's what my mum said anyway). My skin looks like chocolate. I am wearing a basic white top with red trousers with some flats all from Primark.She stands of me chewing on her gum waiting for a response but I continue to focus on my music. Seconds later, someone grabs my head to make me face Olivia and her stupid group. "Look at Olivia when she's talking, don't be disrespectful her," her 'best friend' (more like a personal slave) Victoria says. " I bet she doesn't even know what that means. She is so stupid. Just look at her."I look at her straight in the eye and say " Yet I so happen to get a higher mark than you in everything test since year one. But again, if I'm SOOO stupid you must have an IQ of a stick. Oh, wait that is so mean, I really shouldn't be offensive to a stick, because we all know that you have a lower IQ than one." I really don't know where that came from but I am so glad that I let off some steam. Victoria stands there speechless, at least I know that I didn't just surprise myself. Bridget (another personal slave, who Olivia calls her 'second best friend') and Olivia are trying not to laugh but I can see they are failing."Well, at least, she isn't fat and ugly like you," Tiffany says. " and at least her mother isn't dead. neither is mine, Olivia's or Bridget's. I guess it must be hard that your mother died especially if she was your only friend!""You're right I am proud that my mum was my only friend. Because at the end of the day I would rather have my mum to be my only friend than to have you as a friend. Since being called your friend was an insult!" I shout in all rage. I put on my headphone and start to run.I am not sure where I am running to as tears start to blur my vision, but what I do know is that I want to get as far away as possible. How could Tiffany say that? How can someone change so much over one week? She used to be my best friend. She would be the one reason why I couldn't wait to go to school, the one who would defend me when the 'plastics' were bullying me. Tiffany was the shoulder I depended on but ever since last week everything changed. My mother, Nia winner, died of cancer which no one my family, but her, knew about. And when she died my friend and my world crumbled before my eyes. The only thing that is still there is music. Music is the only thing that I have left in common with my mother. It was there when my friend and family weren't. It was there when my mum just left me.I look to see where I am, and I see a broken pair of swings, a seesaw, a roundabout and a metal slide. on its pole, I see that someone wrote 'Tiffany and Diamond forever with a unicorn. I took myself back to the old playground where I first met Tiffany, but that is a story for another day. Subconsciously, I sit on the old park bench and change the song to something that I have been working on since my mother died. Tears roll down my face as I soak up the words as I hear the recorded version of me sing. I replay the song, but this time I sing along.Halfway through the song, I hear someone clapping. "Bravo! Bravo! I wish most singers sang like you," the voice sounds like a guy around about my age (16), it has a charming ring to it "So, what's your name, beautiful?"Butterflies invade my stomach. No one has ever called me beautiful except my mum, but that was her job. I turn around to see H. O. T guy behind me. He has tanned skin, messy blonde hair and grey eyes that I could stare into all day if I had time. He is wearing a black vest with a hood on. He is also wearing red sweatpants. I pinch myself to see if this is just a dream and when I wake up I will be in bed. Thankfully, I am not dreaming but now I have I huge bruise on my arm🙁. I realise that I am staring so I look on the ground, hoping that he doesn't notice. I look up at him and say," The name's diamond.""Diamond" he repeats in such wonder as if there is anything great about my stupid name." What a beautiful name for a beautiful voice." He analyses me from head to toe, then stares into my eyes as if there is something he's looking for but doesn't know what. After two minutes of this staring contest, I say," if you want me to feel comfortable with you, I should call you something other than 'hot stuff'" I can't believe I just said that who says 'hot stuff' these days. Great now I look like a weirdo who calls guys 'hot stuff'. I look at him and notice that he is blushing. He looks so cute when he is blushing. He looks at me with a smirk 😏. I instantly regret what I said. " you know, I like the name 'hot stuff', it describes me perfectly," he stops." I feel like you should have an equally as great nickname. What about hottie, cutie no I know gorgeous. It describes you perfectly inside out."I look at him and laugh. I laugh so hard that I start to cry😂. "Ha, ha-ha. Yo-yo-you are so funny."I say struggling to pronounce the words because I am laughing so much. He stares at me in shock." What you can't handle all of this," he teases and starts to show off all his muscles."Trust me I can, it's just," I laugh, but then get serious. "you act as you know me but the truth is you really don't." I look into the ground. Why do I have to make it so upsetting? I feel a waterfall running down my face. Great now I look like a cry baby."Hey, look at me," he says within a sincere tone. "I realise that we don't know each other, but what I do know that you are gorgeous and have a beautiful voice that you need you to share with the word." he stops and thinks before continuing. "So, here's is the deal, I give you my number and we can meet up, then we can speak about getting you a YouTube channel or we can pretend that this never happened, you can go back to your problems and I can go back to mine.so what do you say, gorgeous?"He goes down to lay on the ground and I join him. I look into his eyes to see if he really means it. I look around myself and see that it has gotten darker. There are stars out today. They really go with 'hot stuff' eyes. No, I can't think about that. I don't even know his name, for all I know he could be a serial killer or even worse a unicorn hater. I can't stand those people. And yes, I am a 16-year-old and I still believe in unicorns."How do I know that you're not a unicorn hater?" I say in a serious tone. He looks at me and laughs. "What are you laughing at, this is a serious matter. I can't stand those people,""Trust me, I am fully a unicorn lover and maybe a unicorn myself." He answers still laughing about my very serious question."I may accept your offer," I say persuaded by the fact he is a unicorn lover."Ok, maybe this will persuade you," he takes a breath before he says," Justin."I look at him confused, asking' "Who is Justin?"Laughing, he looks at and answers "that's my name."I think about it and say," You know what hot stuff," I look at him, straight in the eye. "It's a deal"

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